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WAHPCF Part 2

This went on until the five of them collapsed in a heap towards the center of the room nearly two hours later.

"Alright guys, take five. We've earned it," Shiro panted, and as if on cue, Coran entered the facility, juice packs piled in his arms. He winked at Lance as he passed him his pouch.

"These juice packs are extra special today, made the concoction myself!" An air of pride surrounded him, and Pidge-ever the inquisitive, oh-so-brave Pidge-was the first to poke the straw through the pouch and take a sip. As she did, Coran quickly added, "Now don't you mind the taste, it's good for you!"

It certainly didn't taste like it was good for her. With a gurgled wail, she spat it out, and the spray of the fizzing liquid pelted the back of Hunk's head after it worked its way through her nose. They both screamed out in disgust.

Lance watched from next to Keith, amusement clear on his features, and Lance felt Keith laugh more than he heard him, the hardened material of their chestplates rumbled against one another as he lightly shook. Hunk wiped the back of his head off as best he could, and when he settled Lance shuffled behind him to lean on his back. He tentatively lifted his own straw to his lips, first pushing out some air to catch a scent of what awaited him inside. Whatever it was, it didn't have a smell, and after a light shrug he drank through the straw deeply, concealing his disgust internally when the swampy fizz flooded his tastebuds.

It was awful. Coran really outdid himself.

Choking down the local cuisine from the species he had rescued had been a common occurrence some months ago, though, and Lance had definitely had worse than this. A shiver worked its way through his spine as the unwelcomed memory forced itself upon him. He put the juice pack down.

The unshakable terror that filled most hours of his days back then, the tedium, the constant, aching pain. He was past all of that now. What would happen now that he was back as a part of the team undoubtedly wouldn't be a walk in the park, but Lance didn't care. Voltron could be formed again. The universe had another shot at being salvaged. He was with his friends, he was with Keith.

Things were better.

He comforted himself with the fact that he was with them now. It felt surreal to be back with his team, his team, Hunk's back a solid presence against his own, noticing how close his feet were to Keith's, and reveling in the way he smiled when Lance nudged his shoes against his heels, pushing Keith's knees up close to his chest. "What's got you so happy?" Keith smiled, and Lance could see his hair stick to his damp face from all the sweat. He thought Keith was a pretty attractive guy, even when he was soppy and disgusting.

"Just nice being back, I guess."

"I bet." Keith said, and Pidge shuffled over.

"This stuff's gotta be a breeze for you now, huh? You almost managed to hold out for as long as Shiro." She didn't miss how cagey Lance was when asked about the three months he was stuck by himself, and occasionally tried to push information out of him. She had even gone looking for the log recorder at one point, but it had mysteriously vanished.

Lance contemplated his hard earned combat experience for a moment, but decided he didn't much feel like thinking about it. "..Yeah, easy peasy." Before his apprehension could show, he changed the subject. "And now that I've got you guys watching my back again, it's gonna be smooth sailing from here on out."

Keith rolled his eyes and pushed back against Lance's feet. "Riight, let's see if you're still any good at working as a team before you go saying that."

Shiro sat cross-legged off to the side, juice pack completely drained. "Keith makes a good point. Let's focus on some team-oriented work. It has been awhile since everyone's been here."