"Lance, being gay is not contagious. It is physically impossible." Pidge said slowly, a cup of black coffee on the table in front of her. She could slowly feel a headache coming on causing her to groan internally.
Lance stood in front of her, his arms crossed and chin raised snobbishly, "It is though!" he protested angrily, shooting a glare in her direction.
Pidge put her fingers on the bridge of her nose and tightly and closed her eyes in frustration.
When she looked back up (part of her hoped Lance hat decided to leave), she was met with Lances stern glare.
Pidge groaned and reached for her coffee, "It is 5 in the fucking morning, Lance. Can you please just drop it for now."
"No."
Pidge groaned again and took another big sip of her coffee. She noticed it was empty already and stood up to get some more.
Lance watched her the entire time.
When she sat back down she sighed heavily and looked up at Lance, "Lance, I don't know what you want me to say. It is not possible."
Lance squinted his eyes, "Yes it is." He whispered harshly.
Pidge raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly they could both hear footsteps and Pidge was slightly relieved to see Hunk walk in.
"Hunk!" She cheered.
He smiled at them and walked over to get a cup of coffee, "Why are you two up so early?" He asked, plopping down next to Pidge and taking a sip out of his cup.
Before Lance could answer Pidge spoke, "Lance thinks homosexuality is contagious and won't stop harassing me about it." She explained causing Lance to glare at her some more.
Hunk snorted, "What?"
Lance shot him a glare aswell, "I see how it is," he looked away dramatically, arms still crossed, "you guys hate me." he sniffled.
"We don't hate you, dumbass. You're just being stupid." Pidge said nonchalant.
Hunk nodded.
Lance snapped his eyes towards them and squinted, "If homosexuality isn't contagious," he glanced around the room to make sure no one was around, "then why do I get gay thoughts whenever Keith takes his shirt off around me?" he whispered harshly.
Pidge stared at him blankly and then she looked at Hunk who had the same expression.
"I can't do this." She said, standing up slowly, "I'm going back to bed."
Lance stared at her mouth agape and watched her leave the room tiredly, her coffee cup abandoned on the counter.
He turned back towards Hunk and was met with tired eyes.
"Lance, I-" he started but just sighed tiredly and stood up, his mug in his hands. He approached a wary Lance, "Maybe you are the gay one." He smiled sadly and gave Lance a pat on the shoulder and left the room.
Lance stood there in shock.
oh shit
