Summary: Keith is taking the discovery that Shiro isn’t actually Shiro really badly. Lance is thinking of a career change from Space Pilot to interior designer.
Lance offers to find Keith when the sleep deprived team haven’t seen him in a few days. Lance and Keith had become much better friends over the last months and he wanted to do everything in his power to help the sad paladin and bring their leader home.
Lance walked timidly into the control room where the rest of the crew were already hard at work, careful not to disturb anyone. It was as if no one had slept a wink since the discovery that the Shiro that had been with them for weeks wasn’t actually their leader. Finding the real Shiro had been the team’s main priority as soon as they had found out, not even Lotor and his gang held a higher focus. Ever since they killed Zarkon, Shiro had been on their radar but it was always about saving the universe. It was something about getting Shiro back only to have him essentially ripped away from them again lit a fire underneath the whole team and no one had done much else since.
Pidge had the darkest circles that drooped out from underneath her glasses and Allura’s hair was an array of loose strands and lack of care instead of her usual tidy bun. Coran wasn’t even cracking optimistic lines of wisdom as he rubbed his temples with frustration. Hunk was sat on the floor surrounded by about six or seven screens, searching through data trying to find patterns or any possible link in the lions mechanics that could potentially lead to Shiro’s whereabouts or what had happened to him.
He had expressed late one night to Lance that he knew it was pointless, he had searched every bolt in the darn thing, but he would keep going dammit until he had searched every bolt again and every line of code until he had found his friend. And Keith, well, Keith had taken it the worst out of everyone. The training room had never been in such as state as he took out his anger, robot after robot. He had however, since then, tired this method and moved on to helping the team, working tirelessly to devise plans and make connections.
Lance wasn’t even sure if he’d seen Keith take a single break. Not that anyone had taken many. He stopped talking to clone Shiro; not even acknowledging his existence. This Shiro hadn’t even done anything wrong, to him, he was the real Shiro. But to Keith, being created in itself was enough to despise the man/alien/robot.