consider: lance waking up to a really dark and quiet castle and feeling a familiar sense of dread as he walks around and calls for his missing team.
consider: he turns a corner and hears the faint sound of waves crashing by the shore, but he’s not sure.
consider: he follows the sound and realizes it’s the control room where they initially found coran and allura during their first landing in altea. he walks closer cautiously.
consider: the doors open and everyone in team voltron is there, excitedly greeting him happy birthday with makeshift party poppers and noisemakers. a simulation of varadero beach surrounds them, and lance almost tears up at just the sight of it.
consider: shiro holding a banner saying happy birthday to the best sharpshooter in the universe. pidge and hunk grinning happily despite looking tired from rewiring the simulator all night. allura and coran holding seashell necklaces they made from the shells they managed to barter with in the space mall.
consider: keith holding the cake they all helped hunk make, smiling as he says, “save the ‘i’m older than you’ jokes for later, okay?”
consider: lance not even holding back when he cries and rushes to give his team a group hug, his cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, his laughter a little choked from crying.