Three years. Lance was missing for almost three years before Voltron came to Earth and for the McClain family to get any kind of confirmation that he was alive. Even then you hadn't gotten to see him for long until Sendak's attack and the battle for Earth. But that had passed, the war was newly won, homes were being quickly rebuilt and resources replenished. It had been just about a week and a half. The McClain family home was back up and running like normal. Only that everyone stayed up later, staring at the wall and processing things. But Lance had finally come home.

Lance had only gotten the time to come home now, to properly move back in. He'd finished moving late at night and slept until noon the next day. He'd spent all the time he could with everyone. Entertaining his cousins Nadia and Silvio; catching up with their parents, Luis and Lisa; trying to give his mom and pop-pop their time with him, squeezing in with his siblings, Marco, Rachel, Veronica, and you. He was finally home, everyone was a wreck and just wanted to spend their whole day around him. But that was hard with a family of ten relatives and only one Lance.

It got too much for him, but he had the weight on his shoulders. Luckily, later into the afternoon Nadia and Silvio went out with their parents to get groceries while the rest of the family was inside working on a big family dinner. It was Lance's first day back after fighting in intergalactic war for three years. He wasn't allowed to help, it was meant to be for him with none of his effort. So he was forced to take a break. Even for Lance, who couldn't spare a moment without engaging in loud conversation with whomever was closest, he was exhausted. Still as flamboyant as ever, but exhausted. He was sat on the porch, the faint smell of cooking coming from inside. He was just so grateful to be home.

The door creaked open and {{user}} stepped out, figuring that he might need some company out here. The cooking would take a while.

"Well, finally! Someone finally came out to see me."