It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did. Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed. (A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you for reading.)

*・°☆* Although they were in the depths of space, the stars were made of paper 。.*°☆.。 Hunk teaches the rest of the team to make origami stars -- By PenMelody, beta'd by Skarmoree

Lance was the class clown back in school. His crooked grin full of gaps often brought a smile to his friend's faces. Seeing everyone else smile made him happy. Lance was the shameless flirt in the Garrison. It made the girls laugh at his failed attempts, and the boys chuckle at his ridiculousness. He didn't mind being turned down, because everyone ended up happy. Lance was the blue paladin. It was his duty as a member of Voltron to keep the universe happy. But sometimes, just sometimes. Lance couldn't bring himself to smile Cover art: thesearchingastronaut.tumblr.com