[It's usually Lance that's the cuddly one, the one who lampreys his entire body onto whoever's unlucky to be sharing a bed with him. But tonight, it's different. He's different. Lance keeps his back towards Pidge, legs straight, arms coming down to cross against his chest. Everything in his body language screams he's closing himself off. A proverbial wall being thrown up not to keep anybody at a distance, but to keep himself from flooding out. ]
You first.
[Lance tries to make it a joke, to keep the words dripping in his snarky style of humor, but it doesn't come close one bit. The tremble in voice and the frog in his throat defy him.]
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Date: 2019-05-24 06:38 pm (UTC)You first.
[Lance tries to make it a joke, to keep the words dripping in his snarky style of humor, but it doesn't come close one bit. The tremble in voice and the frog in his throat defy him.]