Lance and Coran and hugs please! For the microfic thing! Thank you!!!
“Has anyone seen Coran?” Lance asked, bouncing from person to person. It wasn’t anything important, really, he just wanted to tell Coran about his breakthrough on his individual training. He had finally managed to put down thirty targets in sixty ticks, after weeks of trying. Coran was going to be so proud.
Allura hadn’t seen him, nor Shiro, nor Hunk. Finally, Keith tilted his head in thought. “I think I saw him outside.”
“Outside?” Lance blinked. The castle ship was currently parked on a planet, but the surroundings were rather arid and inhospitable. “Outside where?”
Keith narrowed his eyes. “Sitting on a rock?”
Lance scowled. This was getting him nowhere. “Just point me in the right direction, would you?”
Keith did. Lance walked out into what amounted to a temperate desert, not too hot, but barren and rocky, the landscape in shades of red and yellows. After a couple of minutes of walking, he did indeed find Coran, sitting on a huge boulder and staring off into the distance.
“Coran!” Lance waved, and Coran turned and waved back, then gestured for Lance to join him. Lance climbed nimbly up to meet him, then plopped down on the rock next to him and looked around. “Hey, nice view.” For what it was. Lance would have preferred an ocean or a forest, but he could appreciate a pretty landscape with the best of them.
Coran nodded, not quite as enthusiastically as Lance would have expected. He watched Coran’s profile for a moment, thoughtful. “Hey, what were you doing out here? Did I interrupt something?”
Coran shook himself out of his fugue at once and turned to Lance with a reassuring smile. “Not at all, my boy. I was just…lost in thought.”
Lance watched him, eyebrows raised. “What were you thinking about?”
Coran sighed, shoulders slumping, and looked forward. “Just…how much my son would have liked it here. He was always fond of rocky landscapes like this. Loved to race his hoverbike. He would make his own path, go as fast as he possibly could, and worry his parents most grievously. Oh, how he laughed…”
His voice was so, so sad.
Lance was frozen, staring with wide eyes. “Your…your son?” It was a stricken whisper.
Coran smiled at him again, though there were tears in his eyes. “Yes, my son. Colin. I had a son, long ago. He’s gone now, as gone as Altea. I’m sorry. I do miss him. But I didn’t mean to distress you by talking about him.”
Lance gaped at him. “Don’t be sorry! I just…you never mentioned you had a son, and I never thought…why didn’t I think?”
“Never mind that, my boy. Why did you come to find me?”
Lance shook his head. “Forget about that. I’ll tell you later. Can I give you a hug?”
Coran nodded, and Lance leaned closer and threw his arms around him and held on as tight as he could. After a moment, Coran hugged him back. They pressed close and held each other, and Coran shuddered, but he didn’t cry. No tears fell.
So Lance cried for him instead.