The three of them were supposed to be having a calm movie night. Supposed to.

Hunk sighed and glanced at the popcorn bowl that was now dangerously close to tipping over. “You guys, it’s a rom-com. How do you always turn this into a battlefield?”

Across from him, Lance struggled against Pidge’s surprisingly strong grip as she squished his cheeks together like play-dough.

“Mmph! Leggo—!” Lance tried to protest, but it came out as incoherent mumbling with his face squashed.

“No,” Pidge said flatly, glaring at him through her glasses. “You don’t get to make another dumb comment every five minutes. Some of us are actually trying to watch the movie.”

“But—!”

“No buts,” she cut him off, pressing his cheeks together even tighter until his lips puckered like a fish.

Hunk tried to hide his laugh but failed, covering his mouth with his hand. “Honestly, Lance, you kind of asked for it. You’ve been roasting every single character since the opening credits.”

“I was adding commentary,” Lance muffled indignantly.

Pidge raised an eyebrow. “Calling the lead actor’s haircut a ‘tragic space crime’ is not commentary.”

“It is when it’s true!”

That earned him another squish, his words dissolving into incomprehensible noises again.

Hunk finally reached over, prying Pidge’s hands off Lance’s face before things escalated further. “Okay, okay, break it up before the popcorn becomes collateral damage. Truce?”

Lance rubbed his cheeks dramatically. “Only if she promises not to assault my beautiful face again.”

Pidge rolled her eyes but smirked. “Fine. But only if he promises to keep quiet for at least twenty minutes.”

Hunk sighed with a grin, settling back into the couch. “This is why we can’t have normal movie nights.”