[Pidge can't help but frown a little at the way he responds. That's not right. He's supposed to banter back with her, puff up his chest and rib her for wanting his help. This isn't what game night is meant to look like, and it makes something in her chest ache to see him not even attempt to do a halfway decent run of the level.
She's not doing great either, too concerned about where Lance's mind is going when he's playing so quietly. So at some point, she just makes her character turn around abruptly and start slashing at Lance's character.]
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She's not doing great either, too concerned about where Lance's mind is going when he's playing so quietly. So at some point, she just makes her character turn around abruptly and start slashing at Lance's character.]