"Alexa, turn on the TV." Lance said, walking out of their room to the couch where Keith was waiting.

"Lance. For the last time- we don't have an Echo."

"I know." Lance said, rolling his eyes. "We're poor."

Instead of coming into the living room, Lance walked into the kitchen and grabbed a hot pocket.

"Do you want a hot pocket?!" Lance shouted over his shoulder with the freezer door open.

"Sure." Keith said, flipping through movies and shows. He couldn't seem to find anything worth watching.

Lance put both hot pockets on a paper towel and microwaved it. "Here. Sustenance."

Keith sat cross-legged on the couch. Lance sunk in beside him. "What are we watching? Please don't say the news."

"Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse."

"Cool." Lance handed a pocket to Keith and sat down. "Wait- really?"

"No. We're rewatching something."

"Oh." Lance replied.

Lance grabbed a pillow and leaned against Keith who moved to let him lay on him. He kissed the top of Lance's head. Keith laughed.

"You smell like me."

"Well I would smell like pomegrants but someone didn't stock up."

Keith shrugged. "I'm marking my territory with my scent."

Lance laughed. "'kay whatever."

Keith queued up Stranger Things and pressed play. They were rewatching the third season. The doorbell rang, startling both boys.

"Got it-" Lance said, getting up. Keith paused the show.

Lance made his way across their small apartment and opened the door. "Hey! Hunk." Lance turned around. "It's Hunk!"

"I can see that." Keith said, scrolling on his phone.

"Do you have any toilet paper?" Hunk asked.

Lance held onto the doorframe and leaned back. "Keeeeeeeeeeeeith-"

"What?" He asked, looking up from his phone.

"Hunk needs toilet paper."

Keith stood up and walked into their bathroom and grabbed a roll. He held up the toilet paper. "Do you have Lysol wipes?"

"Uh- yeah. I got a two-pack at Target."

"We'll trade you."

Hunk laughed. "Yeah. I'll grab one."

"Thank you." Keith said, handing over the toilet paper.

Hunk back peddled to the next door down and disappeared into his apartment. Lance looked at Keith.

"What are you doing?"

"Trading."

"I can see that." Lance said, crossing his arms. "It's just toilet paper."

Hunk appeared and handed over the container of Lysol wipes. "To be fair, this is the apocalypse."

"Totally." Came a voice down the hall.

Lance peered out. "Ayyy! It's Pidge."

"Hi guys." She was carrying in groceries. "They were out of coffee filters which sucks- that was the whole reason for me to go out in this madness."

"We have coffee filters." Lance offered. He looked at Keith and then back at Pidge. "If you give us some paper towels."

Keith laughed.

Pidge grinned. "Yeah, I think I can spare a roll."

"I'll grab them!" Lance said, scooting around Keith.

Pidge unlocked her door and pushed it in. Lance walked back to the doorway where Keith was talking with Hunk. In a moment, Pidge appeared with a roll of paper towels. She handed them over to Keith.

Lance leaned in the doorway. "Well this has been a wonderful meet-up but Keith and I have to get back to cuddling like adorable woodland creatures."

Keith looked at Lance. "Do you have to say such weird things?"

Lance laughed. "Alas my squirrel- we shall return to Netflix."

"Have fun." Hunk laughed.

"Leave some room for the holy spirit." Pidge said, holding up a peace sign and walking back to her apartment.

Keith walked into the bedroom, Lance followed. "Netflix?"

Keith stripped off his shirt. "If we're gonna die in the apocalypse, we may as well fuck."

Lance closed the door slowly. "Tell me more."

Keith grinned. "I'll show you."