It had been a momth since lance and hunk had made first contact, they had made theyre way into phone calls and he couldnt be happier!

"So wait. Youre an astronaut who is STUCK on the moon, but you hate youre job? Thats like saying i hate cats but i prepared ans got on anyway!" Hunk chuckled over the phone. "Yeah...well we're running out of food, ita been a month the reaue guys still havnt come and im gonna go insane in a few minuites, maybe i should just kill myself."

Lance felt his heart shatter from hearing that, he didnt know why but it did, then he laughed. "Im kidding, i'd never do that to you. Talking to you is keeping me sane..have yiu ever seen space?" He asked.

"N-no" lance looled down at hia sketch book trying to imagine what he looked like.
"Hey...hunk..." Hunk was silent for a second, snapping a photo. "Yes lance?" He said after a moment, texting him the picture. "Do you think we will ever meet?"

"I hope so, your my first friend since...well...i dont know really." Lance smiled, a blush on his face.

"You should describe yourself to me" "okay" hunk described himself to lance, lance smiled drawing it over, despite the obease but he couldnt help but fall even more in love. "Send me a photo of yourself, id like to know if im right"

"Only if you do."

"Deal" hunk send the photo, a dorito set between his lips. Lance chuckled "completly different to my drawing...i like the real thing better....okay, one moment" he took his selfie, forgetting the bloodied blade that was on his bedside table.

Hunk chuckled over the phone, soon it stopped though. "Hey lance?.." "Yes?" Silence.

"Do you self harm?"
Lance froze, looking at the blade.

"I have to go, sorry"

"O-oh, okay well....ill talk to you later then" lance hung up, kicking the table. "DAMMIT!"