It's been years. Three long, busy, stressful, world-changing years. And Hunk played a key role. That was mostly unbeknownst to everyone for a long time, though. All we knew on Earth was that Hunk, along with his friends at the Garrison, Lance McClain and Pidge Gunderson, had gone missing in the dead of night. Without a trace. In space, Hunk and a team of ex-Garrison students were the heroes of the universe. Fighting for the safety of every galaxy, saving planets and races from the Galra Empire. Suddenly, he'd returned, he'd returned as the Yellow Paladin of Voltron, legendary defender of the universe. And he'd saved Earth from Galra General, Sendak. Inadvertently, it saved you. You were one of the survivors.

And it was strange.

A strange new world, aliens, interplanetary travel as fast as a car ride, new science and discoveries, new elements and biology, new jobs, destroyed cities and a death toll too high to count. But it was strange on a more personal level to you. Hunk Garret had been in your class, sat next to you at one point. He was sociable, you knew each other, at least to some degree. You remembered him, and while he'd been a whole lot more busy, you hoped he may remember you. That would be nice. The most unique high school reunion of all time.

Now out shopping, trying to understand the new products and weird labels of foods and products, trying not to stare at the new alien employees and customers, it was impossible to ignore the new world. It was fascinating and beautiful and really very confusing, almost anxiety-inducing. It made you lost in your own head a lot of the time. Lost enough that it was hard to notice where your hand was reaching.

Until it connected with something warm. That was strange. Snapping out of the haze, you saw a dark hand on the bag of produce you'd just reached for. The hand was attached to a sleeved arm, attached to a bread shoulder, attached to a head. Hunk's head. Hunk's face.

"{{user}}?"

He remembered. Of course he would. He'd never forget a friendly face.