[Just a little taller, just a little older, but nothing is going to stop him from leaning into Hunk because it really is a relief to see him. There's a faint smile on his face as Hunk lets go, and he steps back.
He almost has the grace to look sheepish at being called out on the, erm, rampant optimism.]
Hey. This place has a track record.
[Just saying.] But you've probably got a point. Either way... I'll feel better once we make it back to our house.
[They can sort themselves out there, right?] Hey. Hunk. What's the last thing you remember?
[Hunk pauses before he answers because somehow actually stating it aloud feels bizarre. But hey, that's just the life that he lives in, so he answers Keith readily:] Allura did her, er, space-magic thing and brought Shiro back.
[He pauses to add, earnestly:] That was amazing.
[Legitimately. Hunk feels a little choked up thinking about it, and also the fear. The potential of losing someone who had cared so much about all of them and who they cared about so much in turn.]
Same time as me then. That's... I guess that's probably good.
[That they're in alignment. Something in Keith's expression softens though, relieved. Still worried.] It was amazing.
[It's hard to think of Shiro being trapped in Black's consciousness still. Alone in the star-flooded dark. But, Allura had been able to help. He'd be okay. They'd all be okay.
He looks back over at Hunk, offering a smile.] You okay? We all went through hell in the last couple battles. Nonstop too.
[It could've been worse, Hunk. Fighting Shiro had been impossible because the idea of hurting Shiro, or even something with Shiro's face, was not one Keith had taken to well. He'd been on the defense the entire time. Leaving with only the scar is a small price.]
Yeah. I guess you've got a point. All right. Let's go home and see if we still have first aid supplies.
[Hunk gives him a quick, thoughtful look because none of them knew what happened yet when Keith went to get Shiro, what kind of fight there had to have been, what precisely caused that wound. Hunk's just certain that it wasn't easy, and he reaches over to absently squeeze Keith's shoulder before he takes the lead with a loose swagger of arms.]
Yup, sounds good. Man. Sure feels like we were just here and haven't been here in super long at the same time.
[He's mumbling to himself, just chatting to fill the air with easygoing sound.]
It's weird, but it gets better after a few days. It all starts to blur together. But at first it feels like jet lag.
[Months or years of jet lag. But either way. Keith is a little caught off-guard by the warmth that rushes through him at the simple gesture, that hand on his shoulder.
He stares a moment before smiling and moving to catch up with Hunk.]
We should call it, like. Planet lag. Space lag? Dimension lag.
[He says with good humour, glancing over as Keith catches up to him. He walks comfortably with him, taking his time though he winces when they go from grass to walkways and pebbles.
Pebbles right into the undersides of his feet.
But, far more excitingly--] Look! Orange house! [Their orange house, specifically.]
[Home is a weird word for Keith in general, but Hunk is certainly right about his assessment.] A few days. At most.
[Keith nods, and heads further inside, glancing around. It feels strange to be back. It feels normal at the same time. He turns to look back at Hunk, and there's an almost helpless look in his eyes. Two years. It's almost overwhelming. And he hadn't seen Hunk and the others in that time. Keith takes a breath.
And then, because well, he feels he ought to confess it given the conversation he and Hunk had what feels like forever ago,] ...I call her Krolia.
[Hunk follows after him, though he freezes as he sees the way Keith looks at him. His heart gives a funny little lurch in his chest, concern and something else but he waits, very patiently, for what Keith's going to say.]
Ah. Guess you didn't get much mileage out of our practice, then.
[But. He smiles, though he thinks his heart aches a little as he thinks of his family, his mother, coming back here just as they'd decided they were going to head back home.] I'm glad she's amazing. You've been waiting a long time.
Guess not. I'll have to try again when we get back.
[He smiles back. And they will get back. They have too much to do, too much waiting for them. Keith is more determined on that point than ever.
He ducks his head though because Hunk is just. Way too nice.]
Thanks.
[He reaches over and sets a hand at Hunk's bicep, gripping.] I think we have more reason than ever to find a way back to stay, right? Earth is waiting for us now.
[Hunk glances down briefly at his touch, arm twitching underneath Keith's palm, but he leans slightly into it. They've come a ways since they first set out on all of this, right? Keith reaches out to him so comfortably and he could've never imagined that happening at the Garrison.
That's a nice feeling.]
Exactly. I-- I can't wait to see my family again. I miss them a lot.
[They have come a long way. Hunk is an important friend, and Keith is remarkably at ease with him, around him. It's something he appreciates more than he expected to, seeks out more than he expected to.
Sometimes it makes him wonder about himself, but even then it's still good.]
I'm sure they miss you too. I'd say you guys are all probably going to wind up super grounded, but hopefully Commander Holt smoothed things out at least a little bit.
[Keith laughs with a shrug of a shoulder.] Right, right.
[But well, he's making his way down the hallway now, towards the kitchen, gesturing for Hunk to follow.]
You've got a point about that. But... it'll be good, to see Earth again. For a while there, I didn't expect to ever want to go back.
[He'd been sure there was nothing for him on Earth. No family. No purpose. He assumed he'd keep with the Blades, because at least with them he'd be useful. But things had changed. Finding his mother and learning about who she was and why she'd left had somehow freed up something in him, lightened a burden that he'd never consciously been aware that he was carrying.
And rejoining up with Voltron, with the others... going back to Earth with them feels right.
But for now, he points at a chair.] Sit. How torn up are your feet? Were you injured in the battles back home? Because those will stick with you.
[Hunk does, indeed, follow along with Keith, blinking at his words. He reaches out toward his back, gently placing his palm between Keith's shoulders as he follows. It makes his heart ache a little to hear the words spoken aloud.
He shakes his head with a small laugh.]
Dude, I'm totally fine. Really. [He shakes out one foot idly.] Couple of scratches, bit of dirt, no big deal.
How 'bout you sit? [Keith has far more significant a woun of any kind than him.]
[He's not expecting the touch, but it has him smiling, looking over at Hunk gratefully. He's not good at putting to words how grateful he is to have the other paladin with him. But he definitely is.
But. A skeptical look.] You're sure?
[Really? But well, he looks down at himself.] I'm okay.
[Bruised, sure. The not-Shiro had beaten him up pretty thoroughly, and there hadn't been a break between that battle and the rest of everything that followed. But hey, if he's still on his feet he must be fine.
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He almost has the grace to look sheepish at being called out on the, erm, rampant optimism.]
Hey. This place has a track record.
[Just saying.] But you've probably got a point. Either way... I'll feel better once we make it back to our house.
[They can sort themselves out there, right?] Hey. Hunk. What's the last thing you remember?
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[Hunk pauses before he answers because somehow actually stating it aloud feels bizarre. But hey, that's just the life that he lives in, so he answers Keith readily:] Allura did her, er, space-magic thing and brought Shiro back.
[He pauses to add, earnestly:] That was amazing.
[Legitimately. Hunk feels a little choked up thinking about it, and also the fear. The potential of losing someone who had cared so much about all of them and who they cared about so much in turn.]
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[That they're in alignment. Something in Keith's expression softens though, relieved. Still worried.] It was amazing.
[It's hard to think of Shiro being trapped in Black's consciousness still. Alone in the star-flooded dark. But, Allura had been able to help. He'd be okay. They'd all be okay.
He looks back over at Hunk, offering a smile.] You okay? We all went through hell in the last couple battles. Nonstop too.
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[Hunk pauses a moment, lifting his hand to brush through his bangs absentmindedly. He's taking a second to really think about it, process it.]
Yeah. I'm okay. Everything was crazy, but I'm okay.
I'm not the one sporting a badass new scar, so you know, I'm peachy. [He eyes that mark, gaze soft.] Does it hurt?
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[Keith agrees. He's still trying to wrap his mind around it. Shiro. Lotor. The Castle. All of it.
He looks startled when Hunk brings up the scar,]
You know, I sort of forgot about it. So I guess it can't be that bad.
[He lifts a hand to his cheek, wincing a bit as he touches it.] It stings, but it's nothing.
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Let's find what we've got back at the house--if everything's still there--anyway.
No need for it to hurt more than it has to, yeah?
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Yeah. I guess you've got a point. All right. Let's go home and see if we still have first aid supplies.
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Yup, sounds good. Man. Sure feels like we were just here and haven't been here in super long at the same time.
[He's mumbling to himself, just chatting to fill the air with easygoing sound.]
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[Months or years of jet lag. But either way. Keith is a little caught off-guard by the warmth that rushes through him at the simple gesture, that hand on his shoulder.
He stares a moment before smiling and moving to catch up with Hunk.]
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[He says with good humour, glancing over as Keith catches up to him. He walks comfortably with him, taking his time though he winces when they go from grass to walkways and pebbles.
Pebbles right into the undersides of his feet.
But, far more excitingly--] Look! Orange house! [Their orange house, specifically.]
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[Keith agrees with a tired smile.] Home sweet home.
[It's almost strange to see it. And entirely not strange at all. He is relieved though, because yeah. His feet aren't happy. And he's tired as hell.]
Come on.
[Inside! And everything looks the same. Not even enough time to gather dust]
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[Home rings a little strange, a dissonance between here and where they came from. The thoughts of returning home, everything all meshing together.
But he derives a sense of comfort as he gazes at the house.]
Looks like we weren't gone long at all. Er. In terms of how this place keeps track of time.
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[Keith nods, and heads further inside, glancing around. It feels strange to be back. It feels normal at the same time. He turns to look back at Hunk, and there's an almost helpless look in his eyes. Two years. It's almost overwhelming. And he hadn't seen Hunk and the others in that time. Keith takes a breath.
And then, because well, he feels he ought to confess it given the conversation he and Hunk had what feels like forever ago,] ...I call her Krolia.
[OOPS.] But... she's pretty amazing.
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Ah. Guess you didn't get much mileage out of our practice, then.
[But. He smiles, though he thinks his heart aches a little as he thinks of his family, his mother, coming back here just as they'd decided they were going to head back home.] I'm glad she's amazing. You've been waiting a long time.
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[He smiles back. And they will get back. They have too much to do, too much waiting for them. Keith is more determined on that point than ever.
He ducks his head though because Hunk is just. Way too nice.]
Thanks.
[He reaches over and sets a hand at Hunk's bicep, gripping.] I think we have more reason than ever to find a way back to stay, right? Earth is waiting for us now.
[Boy does he not know how true that actually is.]
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That's a nice feeling.]
Exactly. I-- I can't wait to see my family again. I miss them a lot.
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Sometimes it makes him wonder about himself, but even then it's still good.]
I'm sure they miss you too. I'd say you guys are all probably going to wind up super grounded, but hopefully Commander Holt smoothed things out at least a little bit.
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[Hunk pauses, running his fingers through his bangs as he smiles sheepishly.]
I think, like, saving the galaxy should get me a pass on being grounded.
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[Now he's just teasing. See, Hunk? He has no family and is a washout so he doesn't have to wory about these things! Clearly.
He smiles thought.]
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[Hunk mock-scoffs at him, flapping his hand.]
Garrison work honestly doesn't sound that bad now that we've been through huge battles in space.
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[But well, he's making his way down the hallway now, towards the kitchen, gesturing for Hunk to follow.]
You've got a point about that. But... it'll be good, to see Earth again. For a while there, I didn't expect to ever want to go back.
[He'd been sure there was nothing for him on Earth. No family. No purpose. He assumed he'd keep with the Blades, because at least with them he'd be useful. But things had changed. Finding his mother and learning about who she was and why she'd left had somehow freed up something in him, lightened a burden that he'd never consciously been aware that he was carrying.
And rejoining up with Voltron, with the others... going back to Earth with them feels right.
But for now, he points at a chair.] Sit. How torn up are your feet? Were you injured in the battles back home? Because those will stick with you.
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He shakes his head with a small laugh.]
Dude, I'm totally fine. Really. [He shakes out one foot idly.] Couple of scratches, bit of dirt, no big deal.
How 'bout you sit? [Keith has far more significant a woun of any kind than him.]
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But. A skeptical look.] You're sure?
[Really? But well, he looks down at himself.] I'm okay.
[Bruised, sure. The not-Shiro had beaten him up pretty thoroughly, and there hadn't been a break between that battle and the rest of everything that followed. But hey, if he's still on his feet he must be fine.
...maybe he'll sit down. Cooperatively.]
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[He's beaming when Keith sits cooperatively, though. Yay.
He's going to get the first aid kit and something cool just to take the pain out of the mark on Keith's cheek. And in general. Hopefully.]
We'll get to rest up a lot tonight, huh?
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[Keith mutters because he's played this game before too. Not a fan. At all.
He watches Hunk grab up their first aid supplies, slumping back in his chair a bit.]
Yeah. We could both use it, too. It's weird that it happened at the same time, isn't it?
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