[ When it's over, Shiro doesn't know what to do with himself, at first.
The ATLAS needs repairs, Voltron needs repairs, everyone needs approximately a week to sleep and be with their families and Shiro gets that, he does. They still have work to do and things they have to take care of but they can allow themselves at least a little time to relax, to breathe. He lasts a solid six hours after the doctors clear him and spends the rest of the day checking in on everyone else.
He doesn't have a family, or anyone else to meet him these days and that's fine. It's more than fine as he watches Hunk's teary smile, hugging his family and Shay at the same time. This is what they were fighting for, this is what they sacrificed so much for and he doesn't regret it for a moment. That first night of sleep is restless, though, because he should be doing more. He needs to be doing more while they're grounded. Iverson gives him a tablet and stack of paperwork in the morning, along with a massive cup of coffee. With the main force of the Galra defeated, they're liberating work camps left and right and while none of them are allowed to help with that effort, they need help getting everyone sorted. It's the kind of busy work Shiro needed.
They start settling refugees and organizing efforts to get supplies sent to Earth from their allies, two ships for the time being though Shiro knows it'll turn into more as they get moving. By the end of the day, he's exhausted but at least he feels like he's done something useful, worthwhile.
There's one last batch of refugees to get sorted; late arrivals, driven in by search and rescue. Shiro goes through the roster dutifully, talking to each one to get name, information, family, everything he can to try and reunite them with someone here if they can. Parting the hastily hung sheets that act as dividers for the intake room, Shiro moves onto the next one, ducking under the sheet to give the new person a warm, if tired smile. ]
Hey, there. I know it's probably been a long day for you so we'll get this sorted as fast as we can, I promise. [ He offers the tablet out, running on exhausted auto-pilot until he looks -- actually looks at the guy and feels everything abruptly screech to a halt. The tablet drops to the cot and Shiro grips the metal frame of the bed so hard his hand crushes it, trying to make sense of what he's seeing. ]
sry about delay, friend's bday event was a trip to the renfaire
The ATLAS needs repairs, Voltron needs repairs, everyone needs approximately a week to sleep and be with their families and Shiro gets that, he does. They still have work to do and things they have to take care of but they can allow themselves at least a little time to relax, to breathe. He lasts a solid six hours after the doctors clear him and spends the rest of the day checking in on everyone else.
He doesn't have a family, or anyone else to meet him these days and that's fine. It's more than fine as he watches Hunk's teary smile, hugging his family and Shay at the same time. This is what they were fighting for, this is what they sacrificed so much for and he doesn't regret it for a moment. That first night of sleep is restless, though, because he should be doing more. He needs to be doing more while they're grounded. Iverson gives him a tablet and stack of paperwork in the morning, along with a massive cup of coffee. With the main force of the Galra defeated, they're liberating work camps left and right and while none of them are allowed to help with that effort, they need help getting everyone sorted. It's the kind of busy work Shiro needed.
They start settling refugees and organizing efforts to get supplies sent to Earth from their allies, two ships for the time being though Shiro knows it'll turn into more as they get moving. By the end of the day, he's exhausted but at least he feels like he's done something useful, worthwhile.
There's one last batch of refugees to get sorted; late arrivals, driven in by search and rescue. Shiro goes through the roster dutifully, talking to each one to get name, information, family, everything he can to try and reunite them with someone here if they can. Parting the hastily hung sheets that act as dividers for the intake room, Shiro moves onto the next one, ducking under the sheet to give the new person a warm, if tired smile. ]
Hey, there. I know it's probably been a long day for you so we'll get this sorted as fast as we can, I promise. [ He offers the tablet out, running on exhausted auto-pilot until he looks -- actually looks at the guy and feels everything abruptly screech to a halt. The tablet drops to the cot and Shiro grips the metal frame of the bed so hard his hand crushes it, trying to make sense of what he's seeing. ]
That's -- this is impossible.