The Grinning Blue Barista (Shance Modern Coffee Shop AU)

Chapter 7

Here's the next part. I might not write much more this week since it's exam week, or I might write another part just to put off studying. Who knows? Comment if you like it, and tell me if there's any writing mistakes.

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Lance hadn't seen Lotor in a week now. He had tried calling him, but Lotor wouldn't answer his phone, and Lance was starting to get worried. Nothing could have happened to him, right? He was probably just sulking.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lotor's name appeared on Lance's phone screen. He was finally calling.
"Babe?" Lance answered, almost dropping his phone in his rush to answer his boyfriend.
"Hey, Lance." There was a sigh on the other end. "Look, I know you're at work, but I stopped by the apartment and grabbed all my stuff. I left my set of keys on the table, so this is goodbye. You're just... too much for me. I can't handle you."
Before Lotor hung up, Lance could hear a giggle in the background, and the rustling of bedsheets.
Lance realized after Lotor had already hung up that he hadn't said anything, hadn't been able to respond. What could he do, though? It's not like he could change Lotor's mind, nor was it his place to try. But... too much? Lance was too much? How? What had he done? He supposed he was sometimes a little loud and rowdy. He couldn't help it, though, he came from a big family. Did he take up too much space, demand too much of Lotor?
Lance shrunk at his thoughts, clutching his knees to his chest. Breath was harder to come by every second, but he only tightened his arms around his knees, trying to disappear into himself. He wasn't quite sure yet what had actually happened, or what he was going to do from now on. He'd been with Lotor for so long that he didn't know if there was a 'without Lotor'.
His fingers were digging into his jeans painfully, grounding him just enough for him to realize that he was sobbing, and that Hunk was standing in the break room doorway, frozen, mouth open.
"Lance?" It was barely a whisper, so soft and sad. Hunk didn't know what had happened, but he couldn't bear to see his best friend looking so broken and small.

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Lance didn't remember driving to his apartment, but he awoke under his covers. It wasn't as warm as he would've liked, one body couldn't warm and entire queen sized bed. That, of course, only reminded him that Lotor, who had previously helped with that, wasn't ever coming back. He hadn't even said goodbye in person. Did he think that Lance would make a scene if he did? That he'd beg him to stay or cried in public? Lance couldn't deny that he might've, but that didn't mean this whole situation didn't suck.
Lance walked out of his bedroom, still feeling like shit but at least not sobbing anymore. Once in the kitchen, he noticed an entire tray of chocolate chip cookies waiting for him.
Looking closer, Lance spotted a note with Hunk's large handwriting on the front displaying Lance's name. In the note was written

"I'm not sure on what happened, but I brought you home and got you the day and tomorrow off from work. Rest and tell me about it when you're ready. Hunk."

Lance could feel his eyes filling to the brim with tears, a few overflowing and rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't believe that Hunk would go to all that work just so Lance would maybe feel a bit better. He always seemed to know exactly what to say to not overwhelm Lance. Of course, Hunk would say that it wasn't really any work, and that he wanted to do it, but Lance appreciated it so so much, Hunk would never know. Lance didn't know if he felt better with cookies, but he definitely didn't feel worse.