Mr Graves heals his hands, heals his back, heals his legs. He takes him
to diners and repairs his clothes with a swish of his wand. When Credence still
has a quarter-stack of pamphlets in his grip and the shadows of the skyscrapers
shroud the streets, Mr Graves appears with a swirl of misplaced air to take them
from him so Credence won’t get into trouble.
“Please,” Mr Graves begs one night, as he runs the tip of his wand
along the rungs of Credence’s ribs, “Come with me. If she does this again – if
I couldn’t get here in time – “
The waist of Credence’s trousers is sodden with his blood.
Lance staggered his way into Yellow’s hangar, Yellow
swinging her head around toward him. Hunk glanced up from where he was reclined
against Yellow’s toe, puzzling out a wire box and its inability to light up how
he wanted it to. He smiled as Lance wandered over to him, swaying on his feet.
“How was one on one?” Hunk asked, setting his tools to the side
as Lance approached.
Lance groaned, folding down into Hunk’s space. Hunk slipped
a palm over Lance’s waist, steadying, and Lance sunk down into his embrace with
a contented sigh. “I’m dead. This is my ghost, hey, what’s up, I’m Lance.”
“I told you not to volunteer. Shiro’s been practicing new
drills with Allura,” Hunk said, laughing as he shifted Lance around on his lap
until the perfect position was found. Lance tucked his nose against Hunk’s
throat, sighing as he relaxed against the hold. Hunk picked up his wired box
again, fiddling with it behind Lance’s back.
With a quiet hum, Lance said, “I’m gonna nap. You okay with
“Sure thing,” Hunk replied, shifting a knee so Lance could
sprawl easier. With a pleased rumble, Lance burrowed closer. Yellow trilled from
above, curious, and Hunk clicked one of the buttons on the device. It didn’t
light up. He frowned and fiddled with another, careful of jostling Lance too
It wasn’t long before Lance drifted off, the tense line of
his shoulders relaxing and his breath puffing even and slow over Hunk’s neck.
Hunk clicked another wire into place, fiddled with the connection, and hit the
button. Still didn’t light up. Yellow hummed, a quick image of the wire in
another place flitting through Hunk’s thoughts.
“Huh, you’re probably right,” Hunk whispered, shifting Lance
enough to get at the wire. Lance grumbled, clinging tighter to him, and Hunk
rubbed his cheek against Lance’s hair in apology. The wire slid into place,
Hunk clicked the button, and the light came on. Success! Yellow rolled
congratulations over his thoughts. Hunk snapped the lid on the box closed,
tossing it toward his workbench. With that done, he relaxed against Yellow’s
toe, Lance settled warm against his front.
I kind of love how cranky Sasha is during the entire Rhombus of Ruin demo. Like, he’s (understandably) mad at headquarters for refusing his and Milla’s attempts to help with the kidnapping case. He’s (rightly) angry that politics plays a role in that refusal. He’s grumpy with Lili (or so he thinks) for burning stuff. He’s disgruntled about the squirrels getting in the plane and at headquarters not installing an underground hangar despite his research proving it is a wise investment. He gets annoyed and tells Razputin “Not now!” if you psi-poke him. He is grumpy about Milla’s disco suitcase. There may be other instances of him being cranky in the demo that I have not yet discovered. He is just one big frowny ball of stern seriousness, and it really harkens back to Ford saying Sasha has no sense of humor when on a mission, and I love it.