[It's not right because he's not right. Lance can't even fake it until he makes it anymore, not about all this, and so he looks damn near zombielike with the way he's gazing at the TV with those still glassy reddened eyes. Maybe Pidge wasn't serious about them playing until he fell asleep because while he's exhausted, he knows there's no sleeping for him tonight. Too much on the brain for that to happen.
He should clown her for screwing up this level the way she is, knowing that Pidge has played this game enough times to memorize it like the back of her hand, but Lance is still quiet. Or at least he is until the other character onscreen begins swinging its sword at his pixel self.]
What are you doing?
[He's frowning, confused at these literal turn of events, but it's probably the first sign of some kind of emotion from Lance for her to witness in the last few minutes. Pidge, friendly fire is never an option!]
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Date: 2019-05-24 11:48 pm (UTC)He should clown her for screwing up this level the way she is, knowing that Pidge has played this game enough times to memorize it like the back of her hand, but Lance is still quiet. Or at least he is until the other character onscreen begins swinging its sword at his pixel self.]
What are you doing?
[He's frowning, confused at these literal turn of events, but it's probably the first sign of some kind of emotion from Lance for her to witness in the last few minutes. Pidge, friendly fire is never an option!]