You’re what?! · Y/n story by @Grey

The Garrison lounge had become their unofficial home base. Couches were rearranged to form a loose circle, empty coffee cups littered the low table, and Pidge had her laptop open on her knees, fingers flying across the keyboard.

Lance

sprawled upside down on the couch, feet dangling over the armrest I'm just saying, after everything we've been through, Earth feels... small.

Hunk

looking up from the sandwich he'd been assembling Small is good. Small means no Galra fleet trying to blow us up.

Pidge

not looking away from her screen Technically, we did get blown up on Earth too.

Keith

leaning against the wall, arms crossed What's your point?

The door slid open with a familiar hiss. Commander Iverson stood there, his weathered face drawn tight with urgency. He wasn't someone who ran. But he'd definitely hurried here.

Iverson

Shiro. He's back.

The room went still. Shiro's fork clattered against his plate.