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52. “Come here. I wanna cuddle.”
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Hunk was back from his mission, and yet it was like you didn’t even exist.
You’d watched with a raised eyebrow as Hunk barrelled out of his lion, gave you a smile and a quick peck on the lips before storming past you and into the lab, shouting something at Pidge that you didn’t understand, his own words not being able to keep up with the speed at which his brain gears were turning. He’d almost tripped in his hurry to meet Pidge, zipping past the doors and throwing a vague promise over his shoulder about how he “wouldn’t be long”.
Yeah, right.
You didn’t pretend that the sudden lack of affection from your boyfriend hadn’t gotten to you–if only slightly. Hunk was the sweetest guy you’d ever known and you knew that he’d never do anything to hurt you intentionally, but you’d had to miss him for days and now that he was back you wanted nothing more than to retreat into your room with him and take a nice long nap.
So you picked listlessly at your food that evening, sulking like a little child and poking out your tongue at Lance’s teasing when he noticed how you snuck wry looks to Hunk’s empty chair every so often. Slightly bitter? Maybe. You had reasons, and they were valid.
After dinner you stomped back to your room, considering the possibility of checking on Hunk and Pidge in their lab, maybe bring them some food goo, but you knew better. The two of them could get so absorbed in their work that they might not even notice you knocking on their door.
But you wanted to see Hunk, so you turned on your heels back to the kitchen, grabbed two plates of food and made your way to the lab. As expected, it took five times knocking for you to even get a reply, and even that was just an irritated-sounding “Yeah?”
You poked your head around the door. “I brought you guys food?” you said quietly, holding up the plates. Hunk’s face broke into a smile when his eyes met yours.
“Thanks, babe.”
The tools and tech scattered about made no sense to you–it looked chaotic, if anything, and you could scarcely imagine being able to find or study anything amidst the mess of wires and metal. But then again, you were no Hunk or Pidge, and this wasn’t even the worst mess you’d seen.
“How long d’you think you’ll be?” you asked cautiously, setting the plates down on an empty space on one of the small tables, knowing not to push him too much. Walking over to him, you placed your hands on his shoulders and kneaded the tense muscles there, smiling at the small sigh of relief leaving his lips. He leaned his head back with closed eyes.
“Can you, like, please not stop doing that? Like, ever? That feels really good.”
You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t be too late, all right?”
“All right.”
Turns out Hunk actually kept his word this time, and he slipped inside your room only half an hour after you’d gotten changed and ready for bed, sitting upright and reading. He gave you one of his sweet smiles. “Hello.”
“Hi.”
“Let me grab a quick shower, okay? I’ll be right there.”
“Okay.”
Ten minutes later he came out of the bathroom door, and you threw down your book, making grabby hands at him. “Come here. I wanna cuddle.”
He grinned, draping the towel he’d used to dry his hair over the edge of a chair and crawling under the covers beside you. “I’m not going to deny such a request.”
“Mhm.” You nestled into his side, latching onto him like a koala and breathing in his scent. “I missed you.”
He finally relaxed then, wrapping his own arms around you and nuzzling his nose in your hair. “I missed you too.”
The spot beside you in your bed had been empty for a while–every night without Hunk next to you was one too much, in your opinion–but now he was back, and everything was right again.
