So here is a langsty idea: Lance finally breaking down but at something small
Lance sits, cross-legged opposite of Blue. He was holding a paintbrush dipped in polish to her claws.
He diy’ed some polish and made it to be highly resistant to damage. Swords? Lasers? Bullets? Not a crack in sight. It was tougher than nails.
“If only it could help with my self esteem right, Blue?” She raises a mental eyebrow, unimpressed by the joke. He chuckles.
“A few more strokes…”
“…and…we are… done.”
Lance leans back grinning as he admires his work. Nicely done. Sky blue was definitely her colour. Blue thrums in agreement.
Lance had waltzed into her hangar a few hours ago declaring that it was spa day. He had spent it repairing, cleaning, and buffing out the dents in Blue.
This wasn’t a rare occurrence. They would usually do this every once a week or after a mission that leaves her badly wrecked.
He does it with joy. He does it remembering the days on Earth cleaning the heck out of his house with his family.
But today he was doing it as a distraction.
“You are sad.”
A loud metal clang echoes throughout the room. Lance winces.
He was so caught off guard by the blunt statement that he dropped the metal lid used cover the container full of paint.
The floor was blue.
‘Why can’t you do anything right?’
“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath. Everything building up from the past week spilled over at the minor inconvenience.
“Fuck,” A tear threatened to fall, prickling at the corner of his eye. This wasn’t suppose to be a big deal. This wasn’t suppose to set him off. The lid rolled away from his grasp as he tried to pick it up.
‘You should be more like Keith.”
“FUCK,” He gave up chasing the lid, choosing to slam his leg into the metal can and it flew into the air and across the room.
He could almost catch a glimpse of the bright sky back on Earth. It fell back down, wet against his face like rain.
The paint stung.
Every breathy gasp held frustration. He repeats the word over and over until the it was strange on his lips. He basked in the bittersweet relief it gave him.
“Lance,” something in Blue`s voice grounded him, A soothing hum reaches out, washing over him through the bond. “Breath.”
His pulse evens out
Lance paused for a good few ticks before proceeding to lie flat on his back on the floor. The only thing that reached his ears were the ocean waves hitting against rocks through their bond. He stayed like that for awhile; staring puffy eyed at the white ceiling.
He shifts his body to the right, facing the lion.
“I deserve to die.”