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[Hunk's tired and covered in car grease. It's clinging to him over a thin veneer of sweat; that's what happens when you work with your hands for a living, his dad always said.

Pidge is on the other side of the room, leaning over her computer. He can't see her eyes though, just her screen whiting out the lenses.

He leans over.]

Hey. Hey, Pidge. Pidge.

[She's usually pretty good at tuning out the entire world when she's working on something. Usually. Hunk's is one of the few voices she allows to get through to her. Mainly because a lot of the time it's about whatever they're working on together.

They're doing separate things at the moment, but the reflex is still in tact.]

Yes, Hunk.

[Hunk flops backward. The cement floor they've been working on is cool, and as the dust and light metal flakes scattered around the work floor settle around him he squints at the ceiling.]

Do you miss it?

[That makes Pidge pause, her fingers freezing over the keyboard. It's a weird moment where it's like her eyes have to refocus, puling out of the computer monitor to find reality again. She stares down at her hands for a good long moment while she considers his question, lips quirking into a slight frown.]

...Sometimes. A little.

[Sometimes a lot.

Then she sighs, pulling back entirely and turning to look over at Hunk.] Do you?

Like, every day.

[He exhales, arms flopping down beside him.]

When we were out there all I could think about was my family, getting home. Now we're here and all I can think about is... out there, you know? I'm glad we can still see all our friends and stuff, but...

[He sighed, rolling over to flop on his stomach so he could look over at Pidge.] You know how like, when it's summer break and you wake up at night because you're panicking over whether or not you finished your homework, but then you remember it's summer and you don't have any homework? That's how I feel all the time.

[Hunk's got her full attention now, and Pidge is totally doing that thing where she pulls her knees up against her chest. He probably recognizes by now that it's a thing she does whenever she's sad or worried. But right now it's mostly because it truly does feel like they've lost something huge.

And she totally understands that feeling about homework.]

I totally thought that you'd be the happiest to be back. You and Lance were definitely the most homesick. [Hunk hid it a lot better, but... well, Hunk's better than Lance at quite a few things.]

I am. I really, really am. When we got back and Lance's family was there but mine wasn't...

[He frowned, bringing his hands forward. He fiddled a bit with them, making patterns in the dust on the floor.]

I was happy for him. I know how much he loves his family. But I was scared too, you know? All I could think about was how much we'd all gone through, how everyone found their family but me. We came back and my family was in a camp. Why mine? What'd mine do wrong?

[He exhaled, wiping his patterns away.]

I know that's not how it works. And I know they're all safe now. When I woke up with them all there... I kinda thought I'd died. Like, this is way too good to be true, you know?

It makes me feel guilty for wanting to take Yellow back out there again.

[Pidge hums softly in thought, considering his words while watching his fingers as they moved over the floor. She can't help but think about the hangar in the castleship where they used to work, and how the floors were always so immaculately clean - and then she thinks about how that place no longer exists and the thought sits in her gut like a rock.]

...It's different when you're making the actual choice though. I mean when we first climbed into Blue and were suddenly shooting past Kerberos in less than five minutes, there was no way we could've told our families about it.

So maybe you don't have to feel guilty. Maybe now you can just tell them you're going somewhere with Yellow and they'll get to have like, a send off party for you.

[He's still looking at the floor, frowning at it.] But where would I go with Yellow? Where would we go? And what if ... what if not everyone wants to go?

Edited 2018-08-15 21:00 (UTC)