Wake Me When It's Over

Death Trap

"Keith?"

The mentioned raven haired boy stopped staring out the window and turned his attention to the soft voice that had called out to him, his tense expression relaxing into something more natural. A kind smile took over his frown, his eyes softening.

"Hey, Pidge," he said gently, sliding over so that she could sit on the small couch with him beside the window, overlooking from afar what remained of the city that had once been bustling with life.

Pidge sat down right next to him, placing her elbows on her knees and dropping her chin onto the palms of her hands, her expression gloomy.

Keith's smile slipped. "Are you–"

"I'm fine," Pidge replied quickly, desperately trying to make her voice sound much happier than she was. "Why the question?"

"I know that sad face," Keith said, his lips pursed. "You always get that look when you're thinking about something that you shouldn't be thinking of."

"No I don't," Pidge replied stubbornly, looking away from him. "You've forgotten everything about me ever since you moved to the city."

"But have I really?" Keith asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Pidge, I wouldn't be able to forget you even if I tried. I grew up with you as my neighbor, and I don't think I'd be able to forget your sad face since it was what you looked like for a long time after what happened to your dad, Matt, and Shiro."

Pidge emitted a small sigh. "You don't give up, do you?" She asked, turning her gaze back to the boy beside her.

"No," Keith replied, a soft smile etched onto his features.

Pidge chuckled softly. "Yeah, well, you should, because you're a real pain in the ass. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Keith said cheekily, sending her a wink.

Lance glanced back at the laughing duo, his lips in a straight line and his eyes slightly narrowed. Pressing a washcloth firmly onto Shiro's head, who was slowly starting to wake up, he grunted in annoyance under his breath.

"Stupid Keith."

Hunk looked up from his position on the chair that was beside the only bed in the room, glancing at Shiro before training his eyes on Lance.

"What about him?"

Lance scowled. "He's all over Pidge as if she were his girlfriend or something," he said in annoyance. "I mean, just look at them! They're probably planning a romantic getaway right under our very noses. They probably hooked up in the bathroom without us even knowing!"

Hunk wrinkled his nose. "Lance, buddy, I'm pretty sure Pidge is just all over him because she thought that everybody she knew was dead. Besides," he said sarcastically, "it's totally not like they were best friends and neighbors, you know."

"Ha ha, very funny," Lance shot back in an annoyed tone. "Look, I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't trust this guy. I say we take Pidge and leave tonight, you know, go back to the original plan. The way he's looking at Pidge is giving me the creeps."

"He's her best friend!" Hunk said in disbelief, eyes widening. "If you found someone you cared about, I'm ninety nine percent sure that you'd be acting like he is. Just let them be happy, man. Stop being so jealous."

"I'm not–!"

"You are," Hunk flared back, quirking a brow. "Seriously, did you not expect them to be like this after what happened at the Garrison a few hours ago?"

Lance gagged. "Don't remind me," he said in disgust. "They had that typical emotional reunion that you see in cliche movies."
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"Keith!"