Lance had his eyes closed and his head back against the edge of the small pool, letting the hot temperature of the water and the background noise of the spaceship calm his nerves and relax his body. He's pretty sure he would have fallen asleep too if not for the sudden sound of the door opening.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to the sind, only to find Keith walking into the room. Keith looked tense. His stupid black mullet hair had some strands messy, as if he had been running his hands through it, and his dark eyes looked tired. There were dark circles under them, tainting his pale skin.

The stress wasn't new. Ever since Keith came back to Voltron he'd been like this. With the exchanging Lions thing - Blue with Allura, Red with Lance and Black with Keith now - and all the rest, they didn't have time to talk. Not that Lance knew Keith would want to - they've left their relationship, if you could even call a few stolen kisses that, in a very confusing place. But Lance was nothing if not determined.

"Hey, mullet." Lance said, sitting up straight under the water.