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Lance is missing...
Not literally of course, but he's been hiding in his room the the whole day. It's getting late and no one is going to look for him, guess he'll see them tomorrow. If it was up to him, he would just stay here for the rest of his life....
Well not really, he'd much prefer his home. His actual home, made of sand, water and love, not... whatever this is.
I mean, the castle is fine as it is. It provides him with everything he needs. And his space family is good and all, but wouldn't it be wonderful to be back?
To feel the sand on his feet, to sink in the warm water, forgetting everything bad. Wouldn't he love to see the welcoming colors of the sunrise, no clouds in sight. Just him and the slightly visible moon, that fades slowly and gives space to the morning sun. To listen to the lazy waves and to hug his mamá again. Oh what he'd give away for just one more hug...
Not that he'd tell that to the others, tales of his childhood and happy memories are one thing, but getting sentimental over this?? Nuhu, this is the War, there's no time to waste for stupid things (Allura said so).
So he'll wait, patiently wait.
Maybe train some more while he's at it. And who cares that he's losing meals? Or getting more tired each time? Or that he cries himself to sleep in desesperation and anger and sadnes?. Not him, definitely not him (Vero would kill him tho).
Ugh, he wasted his night (day? Is there really a diference in space?) on bad thoughts. Well, what can he do? His mind just slipped a little. The alarm Pidge made them was about to yell at him anyways, he definitely dodged a bullet there.
He might as well get up and take a shower, it's time to start the day!
Yippee!! (Note the sarcasm).