“Lance, seriously, wait up!” Hunk cried, huffing. Cold air bit at his cheeks, and no matter how high he pulled his scarf up over his nose it kept slipping back down.
He had never been particularly fond of the snow, or of cold weather in general, and that day was no difficult. “Put a goddamn beanie on already!”
A boisterous echo of laughter replied to him from across the yard. Lance was always laughing like that; light-heartedly, and freely, like he didn’t have a single care in the world.
Sometimes, Hunk didn’t think he had, and it made himself feel better.
If he could see Lance happy, the same Lance who struggled with homesickness and tiredness and stress in the way he himself did, then maybe he could laugh just as freely one day, too.
“Come on, Hunk!” Lance cheered as he bent down to scoop up a big handful of snow into his bare palms. “Live a little! This cold is exhilarating!”
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