[Watching her back. There's something Lance is reading deeper than he should in her words, but how could he not after all they've been through? He still remembers that night they were all stuck in the jail cell and that burly Galra chick decided that the best way to hurt the team was to pick off Pidge first. Something just swelled up inside him right then and there, anger, a need to protect.
But how can he protect Pidge when he can't even protect his own home? His grandparents? Protect his damn self?]
Yeah, sure.
[Any other night he'd turn up the trashtalk, tell Pidge how much she's got to suck at this game if she can't score higher than what she's got now, how she needs him to hold her hand through the stage. But tonight, Lance just sits there, pressing buttons half-assedly because his heart's really not into it.]
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Date: 2019-05-24 10:56 pm (UTC)But how can he protect Pidge when he can't even protect his own home? His grandparents? Protect his damn self?]
Yeah, sure.
[Any other night he'd turn up the trashtalk, tell Pidge how much she's got to suck at this game if she can't score higher than what she's got now, how she needs him to hold her hand through the stage. But tonight, Lance just sits there, pressing buttons half-assedly because his heart's really not into it.]