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[It's some normal time of day. Probably afternoon. After someone hasn't been around the apartment for a while. He'd just sort of stepped out, but they're both adults, they're both capable people. There's no reason to constantly report to each other every errand. Plus... you know... he didn't want to worry her.]

[Still, that was a long... long appointment. He probably made it longer by virtue of being himself.]

[He should check and see if she's home, but--]

Allura? Do we have any juice? [As he just. Puts his head in the fridge. Like an adult.]

[ No, there really is no need to check in for every little thing. They are both responsible adults and unless there is a clear threat at work, she would expect him back at the apartment at the usual time, unless he was out on patrol.

Allura is there, having run some errands of her own and returned not too long ago. She's been making it a habit to collect newspapers and go over any articles or updates that could offer a greater understanding to the place. It's those she's sorting through when she hears the door open. ]

Welcome back!

[ It's an automatic response and even the mice offer a little squeak in greeting. But he's...very single-minded at the moment, isn't he? ]

Um...I believe there is some orange juice left?

[ She'll stand from the table. ]

[He pulls his head out to shoot her a smile in answer. Really, he should have said something before diving into the refrigerator. One certain mouse, the one who usually sleeps somewhere in his presence, gets a bit of cookie tossed its way. The pink one.]

[One day -- he'll get the names right.]

Hi, sorry. One track mind there...

[And then it's back into the fridge. The rest of the cookie in his mouth. Orange Juice! Acquired!]

[ Chuchule will gladly take the piece of the cookie, having to fend it off from the other mice. No guys, she earned this! ]

I suppose so.

[ Allura steps into the kitchen and decides to help by taking a glass from the cupboard and offers it to him. ]

It isn't that late, but has it been a long day for you already?

[Don't worry, buddy, he'll gently nudge at the other mice with a toe to try and give her some space.]

Hm?

[There's a nod of thanks while he takes the cookie out of his mouth.]

I stopped by the hospital for a minute. [Maybe if he downplays it, he won't think about it too hard, personally.]

[ Chuchule manages to shove the eternity of the piece in her mouth with Shiro's assistance in distracting the others. She chews happily as Plachu glowers. Chulatt just looks left out.

The mice are cute and all but what Shiro says has Allura's full attention. ]

The hospital? What for?

[ To explore more...? It sounded dangerous when he told her about it the first time. Why would he have gone without saying anything to her? They have been fairly open since she arrived. It felt like how things used to be. ]

[He may have used drinking juice as an excuse to pause before he answers her. Before he explains. Gets his head together and spreads his hands on the counter. Looking down at them.]

Not the third floor. The place where we investigated. Two of the doctors were studying what we found.

From what they said, there's nothing for us to be worried about. But they needed more data to be sure. They ... wanted a blood draw.

[More liquid poured into the glass. Eyes still tracking it. He twitches his shoulder in a shrug.] I would've told you if we were investigating again. I wouldn't leave you out of that.

[ She is relieved to hear he didn't go back to that horrible sounding place, but...she is a little concerned. He had went to give blood? That...well, it's his business, not her own, so she can't complain, right? He doesn't have to check in and tell her what he's up to, but that doesn't mean she won't worry. And given how Shiro immediately went for the sweetest things he could find, she figures he must be feeling malnourished. ]

Of course...

[ He wouldn't leave her out of that, no. ]

And so they took your blood to use it in their research? How much did they take? ...How much blood do humans normally have?

They didn't need much. I'm ... playing it safe, I guess. [Her other question gets a twitch of a smile.] Plenty. It's okay.

The bigger the study pool they have, the ... more they can figure out if what we found there was toxic.

[He chews on his lip for a moment. The whole thing had been a blur. Except for the room with the writing on the walls. Except the room with the withered corpse on the bed.]

"Wake them up". I remember someone wrote that all over the walls in one room.

"I guess" doesn't fill me with much confidence.

[ She trusts Shiro on many levels, but taking care of himself is where he could use some help, she's realized. It was much easier to oversee when missions and general protocol were to be followed by all members of the team, but here in Deerington, day to day life is very different. ]

Toxic?

[ Hold on a second. ]

Do they think that you might have been infected? Or are they testing some other substance and seeing what affect it has on Human blood?

[ Please say it's the latter or else they may be going right back to that hospital.

But...she stands a little straighter at that. ]

..."Wake them up"? Is that...referring to us?

Hey, it's probably perfectly fine. Just been a while since... anyone needed any out of me. [Voluntarily. And human. But that's neither here nor there.] All I remember is you're supposed to up your sugar intake after.

[At least that's how it was when you donated blood.]

They... [He blows out a breath. There's no reason to lie to her. But on the other hand, worrying her isn't high on his list of priorities, either.] So far, there isn't anything to worry about. There's nothing coming up on their own tests.

It could be nothing, and we're all just being paranoid.

[And then on to the easier topic.]

We don't know for sure. We couldn't find anything that said for sure.

i see...

[ Up your sugar intake? Well, she can handle that. Which is why she goes into the cupboard and takes out the bag of sugar. Yes, this is happening. Don't mind as she dumps more than necessary into his orange juice cup. ]

That still doesn't answer my question, though, Shiro. Are they testing you?

[ It will worry her more not to have an answer. ]

Hm...I imagine there is still more of the hospital to see. Is that true?

I --

[Oh. That. Sure is sugar going into the juice. For a second, he just sort of stares at it. And then sighs. Might as well.]

[Yeah, he's going to actually drink the Sugar Orange Juice. This is fine.]

Yes. I asked them to. [Because he was there. He'd been fighting in the thick of it as much as anyone else.]

That, I don't know. The third floor was the only abnormal one we knew of.

[ Yes, yes it is. And it is probably delicious. (No it isn't.) She's just trying to help

She puts the sugar on the counter, just wanting to keep it available.You know, in case he needs more.

But...she isn't too happy to hear that. No, not at all. That he could be sick? ]

Shiro...how long have you known that you could have contracted something?

[ Allura isn't angry. Not right now. ]

So there could be other places that warrant exploring. But this is clearly takes precedent.

[It... actually tastes like kid drinks. So, not great, but not heinous, either. He's absolutely going to finish it, though, just watch him.]

[This is going to be an ongoing pattern for them, isn't it?]

Since this morning, when the doctors announced they were researching it. [He looks up at her then, just tired.] I went down there as soon as they said it was possible.

[Mostly because they also said it would help out other people but --]

Don't worry. I'm feeling fine -- don't let me interrupt anything you've planned.

[ It is definitely going to be a pattern. They need an adult.

Except they're the adults. Especially looking at some of the other residents.

But Allura frowns. She is glad to hear, at least, that this wasn't something he's been keeping to himself for a while, in no small part because she would want to be privy to it, but also because he doesn't need more things weighing him down. ]

Shiro, you misunderstand. You're my teammate--my friend. Your wellbeing is my priority.

[They need a more adult adult. Or someone with more of an adult attitude than either of them have. Some things, yes, he's kept from her. If only because he just doesn't see it as important. As anything they need to discuss. This isn't one of those things.]

I know. [Sort of. My friend sends a pang through his chest, regardless of whether or no he knows it's true.] I know.

But if this ended up keeping us from finding something important? I couldn't handle that.

[ The mission comes first, as always. Inherently, she agrees as well. That logic was most of the driving force behind her decision to make sure Shiro escaped from that Galra ship. Shiro is the Black Paladin. Without him they could not have formed Voltron. In the grand scheme of things, her loss would be a set back, but not dismantle the entire operation. She trusted Shiro and Coran to lead the team.

This is two things: professional and personal. It's dangerous to toe that line, but after all they've been through--after how much better she feels about them since she arrived--it's not something she's willing to risk if she can help it. ]

I am not leaving without you.

[ There is no room for argument in her voice. ]

...Truthfully, I am not instrumental to this operation. What research I have been doing has been fruitless thus far. But even if it had been, the full responsibility of that is not on my shoulders, or yours. This place is as alien to me as ever. This community needs to come together. It's our shared experiences that will lead us to victory.

[ She pauses, then takes his glass from him to fill it up again with orange juice. ]

I may not be much help to the cause, but I will do what I can. And that includes you. Please do not forget that you are also something important.

[ Allura hands it back. ]

[There's that pang again. It doesn't hurt precisely. But it's something. It's a feeling. Looking her in the eye like he can't pull his attention away. It would be a lie to say he hasn't enjoyed being around her since her arrival, that they've settled into something besides just their usual roles in the Castle.]

[He'd... liked it. Honestly. But looking at her now, when she so firmly denies the possibility of separation, it's impossible not to remember that moment. The thing they'd never spoken of.]

[her face as the doors slide shut - accepting and calm and remote and] I'm -- [He shakes his head, breaking eye contact for a moment.] The feeling is mutual.

[I'm not losing you a second time.]

Maybe that's what we need. A perspective that isn't human. Maybe we need someone who questions everything here like you can. It's -- there are parts of this place that are a little too normal. Like the swan boats.

[As bizarre as everything was, there was that thread of normalcy through it all. That feeling of being back on Earth. Maybe someone who isn't native to this planet could spot the changes better -- or at least question them.]

[She's handing him back the glass. But his hand curls around hers. Just for a moment.]

So are you.

[ She listens quietly as he offers a new perspective on the situation. It is a little relieving to hear it, actually--Allura had been a little concerned that some of her questions would become tiresome at some point, even if not by Shiro in particular. Alteans were naturals at blending in with the locals and Allura herself had been groomed and trained to ease into all sorts of cultures with a good face as a representation for their civilization, but a diplomatic meeting is an entirely different experience than spending weeks upon weeks on another planet as a civilian. Sometimes she felt unprepared.

But Shiro helped more than he knew, just like he is now.

The mention of the swan boats get a small huff out of her, softening some of the seriousness in her own expression. She shakes her head, shifting her gaze downward. That was another topic they had yet to discuss and she deftly evades it again. ]

Perhaps. I do hope that you're right about that. A non-human perspective is my default setting.

[ The touch of his hand brings her pause as she shifts her gaze back up to his face and holds it for a moment. Whatever she thinks she sees, she suddenly comes out of it. ]

--You should be resting as you rehydrate, shouldn't you? Take a seat on the couch. I can make you a sandwich.

[ That is something that she can do without much trouble, at least. ]

[They're lucky the majority of the people like them -- dreamers, wanderers, whichever they want to call themselves -- seem to be so open to alternative worlds already. Who knows how well this would have gone over, if they only had the townspeople to deal with. Both of them stand out fairly starkly when compared, after all.]

[He means it, though, that maybe they need an outsider's perspective. Maybe it would help them all start questioning this place more easily, more readily. Make it more difficult to fall into too-familiar patterns.]

I think it could help. I really do -- we need to be more careful, more alert. Someone who's never even seen Earth could do that. [His expression softens a bit, bordering on a smile. Some part of him is grateful for her side-stepping the issue, too.]

[Since he doesn't know what to make of it, even now.]

It's all right. It really wasn't that much. [His voice quieter, by a degree. He squeezes her hand, before letting it slip away.] But thank you.

[ Sometimes she is in awe of how someone who has been through so much, seen so much bad in the in the universe can still come out as thoughtful and kind as he is. Even if she feels it's a little placating, she knows his suggestion is honest and she takes it to heart. ]

Then I'll make it a habit to comment on everything I find strange.

[ It's a joke.

She does that a lot already.

He turns down her offer and Allura ~~pouts~~ frowns. Okay, maybe he should be a little more selfish and Allura also wants to feel like she's helping somehow. ]

Well...

[ She snatches the cookie bag. ]

Then why don't you take a seat with us at the table? We could use an extra pair of eyes.

[ And she walks right on over, pulling out a cookie and taking a bite. ]

Or else I may just finish these all by myself.

[Maybe if he hadn't gotten into the hands of the others so fast, things would have been different. Maybe if they hadn't been there to bail him out, keep him grounded, he would have been angrier with the world. But there they were, the four of them, then Allura and Coran -- people who needed him.]

[Then... it was easy.]

Good habit to keep up.

[And maybe he doesn't even realize he's being placating. At least until she frowns and he wonders if he's done something wrong --]

Hey! [Allura those were Oreos do you know how long it's been since Oreos were a thing? But it works. He follows along like she's pulling him on a cookie-shaped leash.] You can't finish all of them!

[Here he comes to drop down at the table with her, mildly alarmed.]

[ Allura has no concept of the significance of Oreos other than the fact that they are tasty. The frosting is her favorite part, though, and she is tempted to just eat that and give the rest fo the mice. But they have plenty of treats as it is.

She's satisfied with the results, though. Once they're both seated she makes a sort of dramatic shrug and then offers him the bag. ]

You did say it wasn't much blood.

[ As long as he's eating, though. Allura will indulge in one cookie by twisting the top off and offering it to the mice, who all immediately scurry over to and up on the table. ]

Can you tell me more about the hospital? If you don't mind.

[ She'd like to get an idea of what to expect in regards to Shiro's condition. Her clippings can wait a few more minutes. ]

[You know what, as soon as he sits back down, he's going to reach for the bag again. Come on, let him have them -- but she solves the issue by holding the bag out for him. Thank goodness for small favors. The tired twenty-something buried deep down inside him is eternally grateful for these cookies.]

[He nods, though, to her statement.] Just enough for a sample.

[Which wasn't nearly as bad as he expected it to be, but old phobias tend to blow up in your head.]

It was all normal until we hit the third floor. We even had to break into the floor itself -- it was all sealed up. And once we did... [He trails off, trying to find the best words to describe it.] It was like the whole place had been taken over by something.

These vines were everywhere. The air was full of what looked like spores... and it was crawling with things that looked like they were supposed to be nurses.

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