I kinda wanna see matt (and maybe the other commandors???) bonding with the paladins?? Idk???? Something cuteee
Matt should have known the minute Lance started talking about face masks that Leilani was going to be curious. He should have known that they would have gone all bright eyed and that Lance would cave under the force of it. He should have known those things, but Mattâs not sure he could have predicted what he was seeing now.
âThis is lovely!â Leilani declares, sitting crosslegged on the floor of the lounge. Their skirts are flared out around them, they have two hands in Lanceâs, and some green type of face goop on their face. âWhat did you saw was in this?â
âSome kind of underwater plant,â Lance says, pausing in his project of painting Leilaniâs nails, smiling back at them and looking a little bit dazed. âItâs something like an algae, seaweed hybrid. Pidge was trying to break it down for me, but we couldnât ever settle on a solid answer.â
âI also didnât try very hard,â Pidge says, not looking up from her laptop.
Matt snorts, turning his face into Shiroâs shoulder in an attempt to muffle the sound. Heâs not entirely successful if the nudge to the side from Shiro is any indication. Whatever.
Lance is clearly on the verge of a whine, or at the very least some serious pouting, but itâs entirely derailed by Leilani taking his face in their two non painted hands.
âDo not fret,â They coo. âOmontu might be able to help with a diagnostic for  you! Let me call her!â
Lance goes bright red and stammers out something that amounts to Leilani not needing to do that, while thanking them at the same time. Heâs totally and completely flustered. âOh theyâre gonna kill him,â Matt murmurs, shaking his head, while sweet citrus dances on his tongue.
âMaybe we should intervene,â Shiro muses, smiling in spite of the fact that heâd elbowed Matt for laughing. âAlluraâs a fit match for the Blue Lion, but I think Blue might be pissed if Lance actually died, you know?â
Mattâs snickers are interrupted by a gentle, âDear Heart.â
Kartok smiles warmly at Leilani from his place across from Matt and Shiro on the couches before it can go. âOmontu would surely not appreciate being interrupted from her research so suddenly.â
âYou kidding?â Matt grins. âSheâd bitch sure, but sheâd still do it without thinking twice.â
âYou really donât have to,â Lance insists again. âSeriously itâs okay. I-â
âOh this is distressing to you.â Leilani blinks. âI will not then.â They smile at Lance, warm and bright and Matt canât help but laugh this time when he practically melts into a puddle.
âJesus Christ,â Pidge snorts, looking up from her project at last.
âWeâre Jewish,â Matt calls over his shoulder to her, grinning at the snort from Shiro in his ear.
Leilani giggles sweetly on the floor, and Lance scrambles to recover and return to his nail painting task, while Kartokâs low hum of contentment buzzes through the air.









