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Lance was a sentimental person. Not always the best thing to be when fighting an evil empire, but he was nonetheless. He had something from each planet they saved, a bouquet of flowers that will never wilt as a gift from a particularly welcoming people. An instrument he bought from a lively people who sang for days after being rescued. He also had small objects that wouldn't be missed. He had these items so he wouldn't forget, so that everything around him did not become a blur in his mind...like Earth was starting to be.
Lance could feel tears welling in his eyes, immense pressure on his chest, his entire body was shaking slightly with the effort it took him not to break down and sob during the meeting. He missed home, he missed the beach, the Ocean.
Hunk had given him a concerned look but Lance had waved him off, mouthing home sickness. What he didn't see was Kolivan's confused and questioning glances.
When the meeting ended Lance left a little too hurriedly head bent and arms curling around his chest like he was trying to keep himself from breaking into pieces. Kolivan not sure why his instincts were screaming at him to follow the paladin he excused himself and followed after Lance.
He found him in a room that had been converted to hold a great many things it was filled with shelfs and cabinets that were overflowing with trinkets and in a far corner quietly strumming a soft tune was Lance, tears streaming down his face chest heaving with broken sobs. He didn't seem to notice Kolivan standing small distance away.
"Exc-" Kolivan started before being interrupted by the blue paladin shoving his nice noise machine into what seemed to be its case and wiping his tears hastily. "Hey" Lance managed to squeak out voice almost comically cracking. "UM did you need something???becauseimnotreallythebestpersontoask and howdidyougetin???exactly??" This being rushed as he stood forcing a smile onto his face.
"What was that? that music you were making?" Kolivan asked staring at the instrument behind Lances legs. "Oh um it's a lullaby" Lance was a little disgruntled about being ignored and asked again "did you need something?" Stepping a little closer so that he could get Kolivans attention away from his 'guitar'
"I wanted to ask if you were alright during the meeting you seemed distraught and you were crying when I came in." "Yeah no totally fine!" He said smiling faintly.
Kolivan took a moment to observe the room and his attention was caught by a pile of rocks all different in their appearance. Each of them seemed to be from different environments.
He was forced to look away by lance clearing his throat "can you please leave now." "I-yes of course" Kolivan stammered "do feel free to continue, the melody was lovely" and he slipped out the door shutting it behind him. Lance stared at the door touched that Kolivan had checked on him... but on the other hand the blade leader had caught him crying playing songs that his mom used to sing to him and his siblings when they were sad, sick or hurt. Lance put the guitar away and made a decision to thank Kolivan for his concern. He was going to give him one of his treasures.
Lance set the small box outside Kolivans door. it contained one of lances favorite objects a glass sphere that when left alone was a shimmering pink that emitted a soft glow. But it could change colors depending on the users wants and needs for lance it was often the color of the ocean late at night after he had spent the day swimming. The blues shifting to look like waves crashing against the sand. He wondered what it would be for Kolivan as he walked away would it be something from when he was young? The color he associates with a loved one? Maybe it'd be blue...