The team shuffled into the meeting room. Adam held Shiro's hand, adding a comforting squeeze every few minutes, letting Shiro reply with his own squeeze. It was almost like Morse code- but there was no words. It was just the reminder of each other's presence.

"Last night there was a compromise made between myself and Adam. The plan is to destroy the memory storage system and all files connected to Voltron. Then, Garrison personnel will conduct interviews and have each paladin meet with a therapist." Sam had told the group once everyone had sat down. Pidge smiled at their dad.

"Any objections? Raise your hand and speak or forever deal with the consequences." He stated. Iverson grumbled something but otherwise remained quiet. For once it didn't sound like the disapproving grumble Lance had heard so many times after he went into the simulator.

Matt shook his head and wrote something down on a note pad. Pidge raised their hand. Their dad sighed and went;

"Katie?"

"Will the therapist sessions be broadcasted or studied by anyone other than said therapist?"

Sam looked at Iverson. Hunk thought it was weird. It was almost like Iverson was coaching Sam through this talk.

"I– um.."

"What if we don't want therapy?" Keith challenged. He hadn't raised his hand and decided, in a truly Keith fashion, to sneer at the two. Sam tried to say something before Adam popped in.

"I wasn't aware that the interviews would be included, I thought we had agreed for it just to be therapy sessions?"

Hunk decided it was now or never.

"So is anyone gonna pay for this or...?"

The team piled questions upon questions. One beginning as another ended like an infinite loop. Sam had slouched his shoulders and hid his face. After about ten more questions from the paladins, Iverson started to answer.

He hadn't had much luck once Pidge ripped him a new one.

"Back to the drawing board." Matt murmured as he deleted the notes he was taking. His father looked defeated, his sister looked confused, and Shiro looked like he had been hit by a bus.

Wait.. what was that about?