"Hunk, what's on the menu tonight?" Lance asked as he looked over his shoulder. Hunk was fiddling with some notecards, organizing them into neat piles.

"Not sure yet. 'Was thinking the strawberry thing but I'm trying to get something that all of us can eat." Hunk said. Lance made a face, a frown developing as he turned to come face-to-face with Hunk.

"What's wrong with the strawberry thing?" He asked. Hunk nearly laughed at the way Lance looked at him with pure, unadulterated offense.

"It messed with Pidge's stomach last time. Every time they puked, I puked out of sympathy." Keith mentioned from behind them. Lance's offended expression morphed into disgust.

"TMI!"

"You were the one holding my hair back every time I heard Pidge gag, this has been known!"

Hunk smirked at his friends banter. He was honestly surprised they hadn't gotten together sooner. They bickered like an old married couple. He then mentally went over what dinner options the team had. Sure the team was offered access to Garrison's cafeteria but the food there was borderline cardboard boxes. Nothing tasted good, and everything was strangely dry (even when drowned in sauces).

So, as one does, Hunk decided to merely sneak into the kitchens and use whatever ingredients he could find in the pantries. Sure it was a bit too criminal for his personal taste, but it paid off whenever Shiro's face lit up when seeing his favorite dish or Pidge practically crying when Hunk managed to make peanut butter toast for them when they were on their period.

Hunk paused, speaking of Pidge, he thought. He looked around to be met with the unusual lack of Pidge. At night they were gone, but the team and left the meeting together.

"Speaking of Pidge, where are they?" Hunk asked the group. Keith and Lance had stopped their bickering (read: pinning) and adopted looks of confusion. Shiro hummed and peered at the door way.

"Weren't they called by their dad or something?" Keith mentioned. Shiro shrugged, "Yeah but that was an hour ago." Shiro added.

As if summoned, Pidge came into the room. They wore an oversized grey hoodie, which Lance recognized as his which he stole from Hunk, and had then been stolen from him by Keith, and then from Keith to Shiro, and finally Shiro to Pidge. The hoodie was swamping their frame, one of the drawstrings was put in their mouth. Chewing on the taped tip, Pidge avoided their eyes. The hood was draped over their head in a truly foreboding fashion.

"Hey, you okay?" Lance questioned. The air seemed off. Hunk felt anxiety creep in.

"Pidge, you in there?" Hunk asked cautiously. Pidge continued to chew on the string, remaining silent. Keith took notice of the small shakes of their shoulders. He took a glance at Shiro to see that he had noticed the same.

Shiro moved before all of them could. He grabbed Pidge, ignoring their squeak of protest, and held them to his chest.

That's when Pidge openly cried. Their hood fell off their head, revealing puffy eyes and messy hair.

"Dad wants me to move in with them– and he– he keeps calling me Katie— and I don't want to leave, b-but I feel guilty– I'm sorry!" They sobbed. Shiro hushed them and Lance was quick to their side.

"What's going on? What about your dad?" His voice was gentle. Keith inched up and Hunk planted himself at their left side.

Pidge sniffled and cried harder. The long sleeves of the hoodie rested over their hands. Shiro started to lean back and forth. He was rocking Pidge as they tried to get more sentences out.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk." Keith said, seeing Pidge struggle to get words out. Pidge let a cry rack their body and nodded. Keith let Pidge lean on him, going on his knees as he held them.

"He keeps– he wants me back. I'm— I'm so confused and so fucking tired! I— I can't sleep c-cause I keep thinking—thinking about leaving our ruh-room and I just need to— I need to cry a bit." They managed to get out. Several times pausing to take deep gasps of air. Keith nodded and pressed their head to his chest.

"You don't have to decide anything right now, Pidge. It's okay," he murmured.

"We're here for you, we gotcha." Hunk said to them. He had taken to holding Pidge's free hand.

"Let's just destress–" Shiro said.

"And chill in the communal hoodie." Lance added as a joke. He grinned as Pidge gave a tear-y laugh. Hunk let out a content sigh and Pidge melted into the mess of limbs the team has created on the floor.

"Im sorry," they said.

"Apologize again and I'll steal your feet." Keith said without hesitation.

"I'd like to see you try," Pidge shot back. They sniffled and wiped at their face.

"Thank you," they told the group.