[Lance knows good and well Pidge doesn't need help on this part, much less help coming from him. After all, she kicks his ass in video games on a regular basis. But he's tired of fighting, either against Galra or against his own girlfriend, so giving in is the best option at this point. Taking the controller in hand, he slides off the bed and lands in a listless lump on the floor, taking a pillow or two with him. His only hope is that the light from the television is too dim to really show how bad of a shape he's in.
Tough shit for any of Lance's hopes. You know how the camera adds ten pounds? Well, the TV adds a ton of more shadows to his face, broadcasting to the world that someone's eye cream can't keep up with all the crying and insomnia.]
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Date: 2019-05-24 10:27 pm (UTC)Tough shit for any of Lance's hopes. You know how the camera adds ten pounds? Well, the TV adds a ton of more shadows to his face, broadcasting to the world that someone's eye cream can't keep up with all the crying and insomnia.]