And we don't have to. You've done your job. Let us take it the rest of the way. I promise, regardless of the fact we forget to fill up the ice trays, we're capable of handling things on our own.

[No Galra here. No need to worry about purple cat looking morons. No need to worry about whether the Castle will be attacked in the middle of the night or whether another bomb will try to blow them all to smithereens.

In Lance's eyes, Shiro's worries are worries over things he cannot control. He can't control aliens, whatever happened with Ford, Keith's coma, or anything. It's foolish and illogical and downright stupid, but Lance isn't going to use those words. They wouldn't be helpful. He will, however, not let Shiro walk away with those kinds of thoughts.]

And? You're just going to give up like that? You're not someone who gives up, Shiro. You're a survivor. If you could make it through the Galra, you can make it through this.

[Lance isn't sure what this is exactly, but he's sure it's got to be at least five times less worse than dealing with evil aliens.]

Keith's home. You know Keith can handle things on his own for a bit. Wasn't he a sand hobo for a while when you were gone?