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So... what'd I miss?

[What's up TAB network, it's your friendly neighborhood spaceman out of hospital after a disaster mission to that hellscape planet. Looking halfway decent -- surely those circles under his eyes are normal and, you know, right arm in a sling is fine. Totally okay.]

[Managing the TAB is a little difficult since he's got a bag full of armor slung over his good shoulder but oops. Oh well.]

Anything I need to get updated on? New faces or issues?

[On his feet and already trying to leap back into work. Good going buddy.]

For anyone I've missed, I'm Shiro -- and if anyone out there knows the name "Voltron", let me know.

[Because if Hunk showed up while he was out, others might have too.]

[After making that little announcement, he'all continue on to the Lion House in the 5th district. And probably stand in the front walk for a minute to brace himself before marching on inside.]

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She changed shape, didn't she.

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How'd you know.

Because. It's...

It's nice. When she does that.

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I agree.

Subject change?

Sure.

You want to talk about baseball?

I don't know what that is but I'm suddenly very interested in it because it sounds like it's several thousand miles away from our previous topic.

All ears.

Actually, you know what you and I should do? You ever been fishing?

It's a sport. You hit things with sticks, basically.

Not that I can remember.

What really? That's a sport? Where I come from I'm pretty sure that's called 'vandalism.'

I used to fish back home all the time. One of the perks of growing up in a port town. We should go. That other planet they opened up to visitors sounds like a nice place.

Maybe...get the whole house together. Spend a day just...relaxing on the beach. I think we could all use it.

Nothing's better than just lounging a bit waiting for a bite on your line.

Well, you... hit a ball, specifically. But yeah.

The ocean one? Might not be a bad idea... we do need some team building exercises here.

Team build--what? No. That sounds like the polar opposite of "relaxing day spent fishing with my bestest best bud."

I hear you guys fought over a washing machine, this is what happens.

... we'll still fish. But we're going to bond.

We fought over who got to fix it.

Pidge won by ripping my hair out.

And yes, I broke it, but only because I was trying to do laundry and nowhere did it say how much detergent I should use. More soap should have equaled more clean. This is what happens when your hubris and laziness gets the better of you. Seriously, give me a bin, a washboard and some soap. Same result.

...So, really, it's your fault for evolving a need to rely on gadgets to do chores.

...Also I really wanted to fix the machine.

And that's why we're doing a bonding exercise. Because you guys fought to settle things, instead of talking about it.

[He goes to fold his arms, and then winces -- moving a heavy metal arm with a still-healing collarbone is stupid.]

You know you don't have to use the machine.

[Darin raises a finger to argue but then shuts up because dammit Shiro had a point.]

Oh come on. You really think I'm going to shy away from learning how to use your fancy gadgets?

It was a learning experience.

I learned that Pidge always gets her way because if she doesn't she will tear your hair out.

Then don't get mad at us for having them.

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She doesn't always get her way.

Don't oppress me, Future Man.

[Shiro you've been friends with this man for months when will you learn to disengage. He does this because you're his best friend and he loves giving you shit.]

Honestly, when the choices are 'let Pidge have it' or 'be permanently bald' I'm kind of inclined to just let Pidge have what she wants. I'm too good looking to be bald. You don't see this shade of blue anywhere else. It's one of my charm points.

Uh huh.

[This is where he'd drink coffee if he had any. So instead, he's just arching an eyebrow.]

I hear white is decent. That's what you get when your hair gets ripped out too hard, by the way.

Yeah but I'd look terrible with white hair. I'm pretty sure people with a lot of character can pull that look off. I hear it looks distinguished.

...You know, it's good to have you back.

To talk to you.

[Darin sort of...rocks in place.]

I'm just...you know.

I'm glad you're home.

Yours must have grown back then. Normally.

[And then the teasing sort of falls flat. Remembering what Lucio said...]

Lucio told me you took this really badly. Are you going to be all right?

I guess that's one of the perks of being a monster. I don't have to worry about losing my boyish good looks when nothing can actually hurt me.

[He shifts a bit.]

...I blamed myself. I thought...you know, it figures, right? You finally find someone who accepts you for who and what you are and you go and get him killed. Then you have to go back to his team, his family, and tell them why you're perfectly fine but he's in surgery to save his life.

[His voice cracks.]

You were there. You saw me snap. When I saw you broken and hurt, I was ready to tear Eosoros apart. And now? Now I don't know what I'm more terrified of: losing you or anyone else here, or what I'll do if that ever happens.

Stop.

[He doesn't mean to say it like that, like it's a command. But it comes out, anyway. Maybe it's how fresh everything still feels. Or because of how much those words echo the ones he can't silence in his own head.]

[The ones from behind cracked glass and yellow eyes.]

Yeah. I saw it. Yeah, it was something else. And... it was pretty bad. I'm not going to lie to you.

It also wasn't you. Not anymore than this... [And he inclines his head at the metal arm in its sling.] ... is me. It's attached. It's not coming off without rewiring parts of me that shouldn't ever be rewired.

And it's destructive as anything, if I let it. [A shake of his head.] I mean, I'm not pretending it's exactly the same thing, but go with the metaphor here. I'm still pretty tired.

I guess the point is, it's something you have to deal with, but it's not you. And as for the rest?

[He spreads his good arm out.] I'm still here. And I'm not going to just disappear any time soon. So let's worry about that if it happens.

[Darin nods quietly, glancing around the room at anything that wasn't Shiro. He wish he could just straight up ask where he got this opinion of him? What did he do to illicit such faith? But there was one other question in his mind. Something he had to know.]

What was he like...? Diomuhr, I mean. What did he do?

[There's a brief impulse to bring his hand to his throat. But he shoves it aside. Keeps his hands where they are. Keeps his expression forcibly calm.]

[To not react to the memory. Overlaid with the last time he'd heard a monologue like that one.]

Reminded me of someone I ran into before. Talked a big game... got taken down with a smack to the back of your head.

So... not that bad.

Yeah well...I have some bad news.

[Darin taps at his temple.]

I can hear him now.

Not like...constantly, and not really even always coherently.

It's like...you know how some people complain of ringing in their ears after an explosion? Something that they live with but are still constantly aware of?

It's like that.

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And that's not good.

[Yeah no shit. He pauses to absorb most of that, pushing his hand through his hair.]

I've said before. This is way, way out of my league. But with so many different people here, there's got to be someone who has a better idea of what, if anything, we can do.

Maybe it's time to start asking around.

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HOLY SHIT I FORGOT TO HIT "POST" ON THIS???