The Stars Between -- (VLD)

[24] That's not the way I would've started this conversation, but sure

"I can feel other peoples emotions and it hecking sucks." Olly said, folding her arms and slouching back into Roy's form.

Pilot gave Olly a incredulous look "That's not the way I would've started this conversation, but sure." she said, her words muffling as she buried her face in her hands.

"Oh zachesl, Olly you can't just say it like that!" Roy laughed. Lance realised that it was the first time he had heard the sound, and it was surprisingly high pitched when compared to Roy's usually devoid-of-all-emotion voice.

Olly made a face, scrunching her nose as she did so. "So, any questions?" she asked brightly, turning to the rest of the group in the room.

Yes, Lance had way to many to count.

"Yeah. What the fuck?" Matt managed to say before Lance even had the chance to open his mouth.

"Anybody other than Matt?" Olly amended, completely ignoring said boy's indignant face.

Lance had so many questions, and seeing as Muxis was still knocked out, that left only him to ask them.

"Yeah, how does that work? Can you feel everyone's emotions at all times? Can you feel mine? Is that what you meant by my depression being tangible? Can you not feel Roy's or something? What was all that with Pilot? Why didn't you want to do whatever it was? Why can Roy and Pilot touch you now but nobody was allowed to before? And most importantly: are you okay?"

Lance took a breath, not realising he had managed to say all that without a break. He felt his cheeks flush and clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Uuuuum..." Olly began, pursing her lips as she thought over the questions. "Long story, sort of, yes, yes, long story, long story, long story, long story, and yeah. For now, in any case."

"So overall, just go for long story." Pilot said, staring pointedly back-and-forth between Olly and the table. Olly giggled, ducking out from under Roy's chin and moving to sit cross legged on it, leaning back on her hands. Pilot was quick to lie down, head resting in Olly's lap as Roy leaned forward to rest her arms and head on Pilot's stomach.

The positions looked well practised, and Lance assumed that the dog-pile happened a lot.

"Dog-pile."

The whispered words came from Matt, who stared glassily at the girls before him. Lance guessed it was something he used to do with Pidge when they were younger.

"No, nap pile." Pilot corrected chidingly, closing her eyes as if to emphasise her point, Roy doing the same.

"Well, it's almost a nap pile." Olly said, raising her eyebrows expectantly at Pilot. The alien cracked one eye open, looking back at her for a silent moment.

"Ughhhhhh fiiiiiiinnne." Pilot groaned, sitting up so Olly could readjust. Now Pilot's head lay across her stomach, and all three girls were sprawled across the table, Olly's feet resting on the back of the vacant chair next to Roy's.

It looked even more comfortable than before, even if the pile was in an odd spot.

Perhaps he could try this with team Voltron sometime.

"So anyway, we're all awake and not planning on going to bed any time soon, so we have plenty of time for this 'long story' of yours." Matt said, making quotation marks with his hands before folding his arms. He went to lean back on his seat, forgetting he had chosen one with no back and flailing for a moment to regain his balance. 

Lance chuckled, shaking his head and turning expectantly to the pile, waiting for them to begin.

"Okay. So I've always kind of had the ability to sense emotions? They get stronger with skin-on-skin contact, but I'm not really sure why..." Olly said, grinning upside down at Lance before letting her eyes fall shut.