[Pidge's grip tightens on his shirt, ever so slightly. It's dark and she can't quite make out some of those details in Lance's face, but she's sure that what she can see isn't just her mind playing tricks on her.]
I'm not sleepy anymore.
[Her voice is still a little hoarse from having just woken up, but her tone is as defiant as ever. Softer than usual, sure, but defiant. That's all she says for the moment, holding onto his shirt like it's the only way she can keep him from bolting out of her room.
She won't force him to talk. She wouldn't know how to coax him into it, either. What she does know is that she can't just go to sleep when it's clear that something's wrong, and that she should do something about it.
After a moment she lets out a soft sigh and starts to climb out of bed, pulling at her sheets and grabbing for Lance's hand.] Okay. Come on.
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I'm not sleepy anymore.
[Her voice is still a little hoarse from having just woken up, but her tone is as defiant as ever. Softer than usual, sure, but defiant. That's all she says for the moment, holding onto his shirt like it's the only way she can keep him from bolting out of her room.
She won't force him to talk. She wouldn't know how to coax him into it, either. What she does know is that she can't just go to sleep when it's clear that something's wrong, and that she should do something about it.
After a moment she lets out a soft sigh and starts to climb out of bed, pulling at her sheets and grabbing for Lance's hand.] Okay. Come on.