The Red Misfit

Red

Lance walks by Keith's side, silently leading him to Red. Both boys feeling very awkward, each wanting to make some move towards the other, but terrified the other wouldn't like boys too.

"So, do you have any way to contact your team?" Lance asked, trying to fill the silence.
"If my helmet isn't too damaged I should be able to use that to call them," Keith answered, fiddling with the sleeves of the healing pod suit again.
Something Lance found adorable.

"So what's your mom like?" he asked, "I mean I don't really know a lot of Galra, heck I just found out about them like four days ago, and you're like the opposite of what I imagined they'd be like, even a Half breed. No offense! It's just they destroyed Coran and Allura's planet, and they made it sound like Galra were all evil. Obviously you're not, and I'm babbling aren't I?"

"I don't mind," Keith smiled, "My mom's pretty nice, she makes a lot of short jokes to me. I don't get why she's short for a Galra. But she's great. When she's not on a mission, she comes and finds me. We'll just go and do something together. She taught me how to use a sword, and draw," he looked down at his feet, trying to froce down tears, Wren's the only one he ever really opened up to, and that was bacause the little dragoness could basically read your mind, "She's not really around much anymore. After I turned ten my uncles basically took over raising me. I get it she is one of their best spys, and..."

Lance pulled Keith into a hug, "It's okay to miss her. It's been four days and I miss my mama."

Keith relaxed slipping his arms around Lance's waist, breathing in the salty ocean scent that hung loosely to Lance's clothes. He reminded Keith of a lot Percy, just a little more intune to peoples' emotions and a lot less wild and sporadic. Then again, Percy was the son of the sea. What other personality would you expect from him? Though Keith couldn't really see the other boy as becoming a brother to him.

"Thank you Lance," Keith smiled pushing away, trying to hide the small blush on his face.
"Anytime, Little Red," Lance grinned, his hand still hanging awkwardly onto Keith's lower arm, almost like he wanted to hold Keith's hand but was scared to.
Lance dropped his hand to his side, "Come on, white really isn't your color," the brunette teased, continuing to lead Keith down the hall.

Keith mentally smacked himself. Why would Lance want to hold his hand? He was a Half breed. Not just that but a Galra Half breed. Some of the most mixed race species at Misfits didn't like him, why would the hottest guy he'd ever met, who was also a purebred, give him a second thought? Gods he was an idiot.

"Red?" Lance snapped his fingers in Keith's face, "You there buddy?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry," Keith smiled, flushing in embarrassment.
"Our rooms are down that way," the Cuban smiled, pointing to a hall to their left, "There's an empty room just past mine if you want it."
"Thanks, I might have to use it if I can't get a hold of my team, and if they let me stay," Keith smiled.

"Do you think Wren will be okay with this?" Lance asked.
"Most likely," Keith nodded.
"Then why do you act like she won't?" Lance tipped his head to the side.
"Misfits has protocols for this type of thing, someone joining a non Misfits group. Wren has to get it approved by my family, the guy that supervises my missions that don't involve the Romans, then I'm sure there will be some drama about me taking Red with me. Honestly, it's just a mess," he sighed, "It would probably be easier for Voltron to become a part of Misfits."

"Yeah, maybe. I mean Misfits probably knows every rebellion group, you must have some way to track the Galra ships, you've got spies, and you'd probably know where Voltron would be most useful, it would make sense for us to join Misfits," Lance agreed thoughtfully.

"We call them the Empire, not the Galra," Keith muttered to mostly himself.
"Yeah, that's got to be some form of racism considering you're part Galra, sorry," Lance apologize giving him a small apologetic smile.
"It's okay, that's just what I'm used to hearing the Empire refured to as. I hear a lot worse racist comments anyways. It doesn't matter, words are words," Keith shrugged.