(You Can) Drop Your Façade ; klance

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Lance had never been one to get lost in his thoughts, to suddenly space out when something important was happening.

Though, he did have moments where he would hyperfocus on anything within arms reach, whether it be an obnoxious hangnail or a due-tomorrow-essay.

Sometimes, he'd sorta zone out when he's trying to memorize a phrase or even when he simply just has something on his mind. This was one of those times.

He had woken up five minutes ago, right before his alarm was set to sound. He had rolled over and shut it off, sitting up on his bed. He stared at his TV, which was propped up on a small nightstand at the foot of his bed.

Of course it was turned off, being this early in the morning (5:30), but he could have sworn he had fell asleep with it on.

He sulked at his own reflection, blinking tiredly. What if, he just...cut them off? His friends that is.

What if he just...stopped? Stopped hanging out with them, stopped taking their bullshit? What if he ignored them indefinitely? He could pull it off, couldn't he?

It would only be the rest of junior and senior year. He wouldn't see them after that. He could do it...right?

"This coffee fucking sucks," Pidge whined, pushing the school iced coffee away from her. Shiro instantly leaned over, grabbing the cup and tentatively taking a sip.

He shrugged, passing the cup over to Adam, who was on his right. "S'not that bad, Pidge." Shiro admitted. Adam hummed.

"Yeah, tastes like dark chocolate." He said, placing the cup back onto the table.

Pidge perched her elbows on the table, frowning. "It's supposed to be caramel," She huffed, leaning her cheek into her hand.

Adam blinked. "Point taken. This coffee sucks."

The table went quiet. There wasn't much to talk about anyway. Finals and EOC's were coming up and no one was happy about it. Lance understood. Altean Academy's exams were a bitch. He had learned that the year before.

Say something. C'mon.

Pidge had whipped out her phone, scrolling through it lazily, Hunk looking over her shoulder. Shiro, Adam, and Matt were busy talking about something Lance couldn't decipher, Allura and Romelle were quietly whispering to each other.

Now's your chance! Say something! Anything! C'mon!

Lance scooted closer towards Hunk and Pidge, preparing himself to speak.

Just...talk. Say something...

He smiled wide, opening his mouth to speak when suddenly, Hunk beat him to it. "We can go to that café down the street. I heard they had good coffee and tea there," he smiled. Lance frowned, shrinking back into himself.

Good fucking job. Better luck next time, you annoying little shit.

"Lance, you okay?" Hunk asked, frowning. He seemed...worried?

Lance smiled wearily. "...Yes." He croaked. Wow, when's the last time he's spoken? Three days ago?

I'm really not. Have you noticed?

"You sure?" Hunk insisted, offering a smile. Lance only nodded, repeating his previous response.

No...