Prince Unknowing

Chapter 2

"Lance, this is what you submitted to me as your essay."

Adam had his head at a down turned angle eyes looking directly at Lance. His hand tapped the papers lightly as he spoke, an hint of concern laced his voice. Had he really submitted something that strange, something he couldn't even recall writing?

"Haha you got me it was all a big joke, I wanted to see how much I could get away with!" It was better to play it off then try to explain whatever mess he found himself in this time. Raising out of his chair Lance went to grab the sheets from the table. "Now I'll just-"

Adam wasn't having any of it, he prevented Lance from taking the work, he opened the drawer behind his desk and filed it there. He would usually go along with the boys antics knowing that it was often better then confront him, Lance acted very different when he felt cornered or became distracted but now he'd had enough. That drawer was full of the same style of writing along with many other unique drawings.

"I've been very lenient with you Lance over the years, however I think it's time we start discussing the possibility of you seeing therapist or someone that knows a little bit more about the psyche than I do - " Adam got up out of his chair and moved around to kneel the beside the boy. "- these things aren't normal, and I don't think you're aware when you're doing them. I know you've had a hard life, most of it you can't remember, maybe getting a professional opinion could help you navigate what's going on"

He reached out and placed a hand on lances shoulder, softening his expression as he did so. "I care a lot about you and you know that, but I just don't know what to do or how to help you any more then I already have."

The Cuban hung is head low not wanting to look in his mentors eyes, he knew that something wasn't right in his head but never wanted to admit it to anyone. He hated the idea of sitting in a room having someone ask you questions that you didn't even know the answers to, and then forming an opinion on you based off of that vague description. Fidgeting with his fingers Lance let out an uneasy breath, he'd always thought he was fine going on believing that his life started at 6 and he wished it could stay like that.

"Look I'm not asking you to make a decision now but I think you should at least spend some time considering that possibility" getting up from the floor Adam walked to the door and opened it. " as of right now though, I think you better get to class before Iverson has both our heads"

— Time Skip — Dinner

Everyone was seated in the dining hall chatting in their groups, mingling between year levels and stuffing their faces with a well-deserved meal. Hunk and Lance had acquired perfect seats in the corner of the room away from the main noise, they were halfway through the meal as the blue eyed boy was ranting about all the disasters that it happened that day.

"He thinks I need to see a THERAPIST!" He exclaims throwing his hands in the air. "I don't need to see a therapist I'm perfectly fine!"

"Mhmm..." Hunk chimed in still munching on his chicken wrap

"Right?! Sure I can't remember some things and I have nightmares but who doesn't, it's not like I'm weird or anything!"

"He's only looking out for you buddy"

"No he's trying to baby me. And get this right, after that he tells me to go back to Iverson class as if nothing happened!" At this point lances rant had turned into a full on huff, his arms were crossed and he was slouched in his chair.

Thankfully the dining hall was always loud full of noise from mini conversations, if it weren't everyone would've heard for sure. In the sea of people pushed through a short auburn haired, glasses wearing person. They pushed and shoved their way through the crowd until they got to the seat in front of the boys.

"Are you guys ready for the flight simulation tomorrow?" They asked with a sense of excitement.

"Yeah I'm totally ready, love it...motion..yay" hunk replied already looking sick at just the thought of a moving vehicle.

"What about you la- wow are you ok?! Your eyes look funny. Are you high?" They looked to address Lance only to stop midway through seeing that his eyes were a eerie blue that seemed to glow, but since that wasn't possible they immediately went for an alternative.

"Yeah Pidge I'm fine. I'm not high so stop looking at me like that." He pushed back whilst playing with his dinner. Lance hardly touched it finding the salad somewhat disgusting, he had never really liked the food at the garrison, it was always some odd texture or flavour that his palate couldn't adjust to.

"what's up with him?" Pidge whispered to Hunk.

"Instructor White wants him to go to therapy"

"Oh that's rough buddy, just want you to know that if it turns out you're crazy and everyone ditched you because of it, you've still got us two." They say making a joke of the situation to try lighten the mood.

The intended effect hadn't been conveyed and Lance quickly got up leaving the two behind in the hall as he went to his room. What he didn't know was that in his frustration just as Pidge had thought, his eyes were indeed glowing.

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