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It was like a breath of fresh air, like a weight had been lifted from his chest.
He saw him. His friend. Shiro.
Lance’s eyes widened, at first. He hadn’t believed it. He didn’t think he was actually awake at the moment, rather he was dead fucking certain that this was a dream. There Shiro was, seemingly on a patrol-- his lips creased into a frown and gaze steady. The most important thing was that... Shiro was alive. Shiro was here.
(Lance ignored the twist in his gut saying that something was wrong. He was way too happy.)
Smile widening, Lance took one step out the bakery, then two, then three, then four-- quicker each time, with more and more enthusiasm. All towards his childhood friend, his--
“ Shiro, Shiro, Shiro! ”
Lance was smiling. Reaching.