Keith shoved a corrective elbow into Lance’s side. “You’re doing it again.”
“Ow! Sonnofa- hey! No I’m not- uh. Doing what?”
“Staring at Pidge.” Keith crossed his arms. “Knock it off.”
“I’m not staring! I’m just…” Lance darted a quick look across the common room, where Pidge was thankfully out of earshot and engrossed in scrolling Galra code.
“Excessively looking?” Hunk tried helpfully.
“No! Yes. Maybe?” Lance tried to keep his voice below the distant clacking of Pidge’s keyboard. “I’m just trying to figure it out.”
Keith snorted. “What’s there to figure out? Literally nothing has changed.”
“Yes it has, Pidge-”
“Is exactly the same,” Keith emphasized.
“But-” losing track of his thoughts, Lance appealed to his left. “Hunk! Back me up! Completely out of left field, right?”
“Sorry man,” Hunk hunched his shoulders apologetically. “I figured it out a while ago.”
Lance’s jaw dropped. “And you didn’t say anything?”
He shrugged. “It seemed rude to bring it up.”
“How am I the last one to know about this!” Lance threw up his hands, discretion completely forgotten.
Lounged comfortably on the couch, Shiro’s mouth quirked. “Do you really want us to answer that?”