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“…But it takes someone special to be a daddy!”

If you didn’t read this in Slav’s voice you’re lying.

Lance found himself in the training room - again - to blow off steam. It seemed like every time he came to the team with a genuine concern, they ignored him and pushed him away, like he was just a persistent annoying bug.

But he still found being brushed to the side better than being yelled at by Shiro for… For what? Trying to calm everyone’s nerves? Be a valued member of the team?

Bots swarmed around him, and though he managed to block a few of the shots, he still was getting overwhelmed. So, like a few weeks ago, his Bayard transformed into an Altean Broadsword. He quickly sliced the bots with a growl, not stopping until he heard the automatic voice overhead. “Training sequence passed. Do you wish to move on to next level or end training sequence?” The voice asked.

“End training sequence!” Lance barked. He felt a tingle in his chest that pulled on his heart as he looked down at his sword.

“Keith,” Lance whispered, as if he was there. He stared at the sword, noticing his knuckles had grown white from clutching the sword.