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So @apaladinagain challenged me ages ago to write a fic based on my cute date idea: get flu shots post, and then I actually got a flu shot Sunday and remembered it.
For @cheesethesecond, who appreciates my love for Hunk and hugs and the combination thereof.
“Oh, yeah, we should be getting that soon,” Hunk notes, as he and Keith pass yet another vaccine poster on their way back from lunch. “They’ll probably be expecting us to, you know, being Paladins and all.”
Keith shrugs. “Yeah, I guess they probably will be.” Keith knows it’s important that all of the aliens coming to earth don’t spread all of their alien pathogens around. The Garrison’s made that abundantly clear, with the posters that started plastering every wall maybe two weeks after fighting off Sendak:
WE CAN ALL DO OUR PART IN KEEPING EARTH SAFE!
He knows it’s important, but he’d really rather change the subject.
“How’s your ankle, by the way?” he tries. “Still bugging you?”
“No, Coran actually got me in a pod yesterday. Healed up in like half an hour, check it out:” He does a little spin on the offending foot, then finishes with jazz hands. Keith laughs, mostly from relief. But then Hunk gives him a curious, quirked-eyebrow look, and he tenses again.
“Would the vaccine work for you, anyway?” Hunk asks. “Being, you know, half-Galra?”
“Yeah, they said I should go ahead and get it.” He could go into the details the doctor gave him, but he’d really rather talk about anything else. He scans the hallway for something interesting—
“Cool, you want to get it now, then?” Hunk interjects. “We have like an hour and a half to kill before that briefing.”
“Nah, I was gonna, uh...train with Shiro.” Plausible enough.
But Hunk gives him another look. “Um, didn’t Shiro say he was taking a nap after lunch?”
“Oh...yeah, he did, but that was, um…”
“What, some kind of code?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s code. For training.”
“Secret training?”
“He didn’t want anyone to feel bad for not going?” Keith tries.
Hunk stares at him. They just started training again a few days back, and Shiro’s been starting every session with a talk about how they’re all still recovering and need to listen to their bodies. Everyone trains when they can, and so far no one’s had any problems, certainly nothing that would merit training in secret.
“Fine, you got me.” Keith sighs, holding up his hands in surrender. “I don’t like needles, okay?”
“Okay, so Shiro is taking a nap?”
“Um...as far as I know, yeah.”
“Good, you had me worried there for a sec. The guy needs a break from all this Atlas crap. I mean, just let the Garrison handle some of it, they owe him that much.”
“I don’t like needles,” he says more slowly, wondering if Hunk heard him the first time.
“I mean, no judgment here, man, look who you’re talking to.”
“That’s a...good point.” Keith’s really not sure why he’s so flustered by this. “Uh, no offense.”
Hunk shrugs. “None taken.”
They walk in silence for a moment. Hunk looks like he’s waiting for Keith to say something. And Keith does want to say something, but he’s not sure what that something is.
“Would it help if I went with you?” Hunk finally offers.
“What, hold my hand?” He means it sarcastically, but it comes out sounding almost like a request.
“If you want,” Hunk replies. Keith can’t tell if he caught the sarcasm.
“What about you? Are you okay with needles?”
He’s really not sure if he wants to hear yes or no. On one hand, he’s never really been good at helping Hunk through anxiety; but on the other hand, at least it would be reciprocal.
“Believe it or not, I’m fine with them. Not that I’m, you know, sticking myself for the fun of it, but my sister’s diabetic, so I’m pretty used to seeing them around.”
Yeah, no, that answer is definitely worse. Not even Hunk is scared, for fuck’s sake. He feels his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment, and then to his horror, there are actual goddamn tears, which just makes him more embarrassed, which means more tears, and next thing he knows Hunk is pulling him aside.
“Are you okay, man? What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” He rolls his eyes at himself, then keeps his gaze on the ceiling for another few seconds until he’s sure the threat of tears is gone. “It’s dumb. I just feel dumb.”
“What, you mean because you’re scared of needles?”
“I mean. Yeah. I’ve fought battles, I’ve fought Zarkon, I’ve faced things that could actually kill me!”
“Shiro’s scared of needles.”
Keith feels his face grow hot again with anger at that. “That’s not the same and you know it!”
“Well, it’s not rational. He knows they won’t actually hurt him.”
“Right, but he has actual trauma around that, Hunk, he associates them with...with actually being hurt.”
“And what do you associate them with?”
“I don’t know! That’s the point, I don’t have a bad experience, I just don’t like them. Like I said, it’s dumb!”
“Whoa, whoa okay!” Hunk holds his hands up placatingly, and Keith realizes too late that he probably looks like he’s about to bite his head off. The comparison still makes him furious; it feels like they’re trivializing Shiro’s real and justified pain. But he knows Hunk didn’t mean it that way, so he takes a breath and tries to calm himself down.
“Okay,” says Hunk, “you and Shiro probably need to talk about that, but I’ll back off. What about me, though? I’m scared of everything, you know that.”
“Yeah, but…”
“But what?”
But people expect you to be? But you’re not a leader? But you’re...you? All of those answers sound cruel and unfair, and Keith knows it.
He sags his shoulders, conceding.
“Look, Keith, I remember what you said about me being brave. And that meant a lot. But rules are rules, my dude, and they apply to everyone or no one. So either we’re both scared of things and brave for facing them, or we’re both cowards. You take your pick.”
“Let’s be brave, then,” Keith says, and since he’s already being brave, he throws his arms around Hunk and squeezes tight. Hunk returns the hug in an instant, lifting him off the ground until his lungs protest and he grunts to be put down safely.
“Ready to go keep earth safe?” Hunk asks.
Keith smiles. “Only if you hold my hand through it.”
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Elle ran a hand through her hair, gathering it all up into her usual bun before tying it up and heading out again. She had found the tent again, but she hadn't found any food. So she had to find some sort of large animal in this silly forest to feed them.
