Constellations in Your Eyes

It's been a few year, I think, since the last time we've had a really fight. Keith hasn't really acknowledged it, but I know he knows we've changed. Sure, I was his right hand man and he was our leader, but things have changed. Voltron is over and we don't have to act like we want to be friends. Yet we still do. No, we don't act, we are friends. Good friends. All of us are. But, truth be told, I never wanted to be a part of a team involving Keith to begin with. I just didn't want anything to do with this guy, his stupid dark eyes, his dumb badass bike, his gross but soft pasty skin, his long soft mullet . . . Son of a bitch.