[She just holds him, gently raking her fingers through his hair and praying to whatever deity is out there that the gesture is at the very least comforting. Because this is all she really can do at the moment. It's all she can really even think to do.
Pidge knows all too well what it feels like to lose family. It had truly felt like the world had ended and a part of her died along with it. But she'd been stubborn, she'd refused to believe it and went with the feeling in her gut that it wasn't true. She's lucky to have been right. Lance isn't. And just knowing that makes her heart ache for him, and the only other thing she can think is "How can I fix this?"
The answer makes her throat tight, sits like a cold lump in her stomach: I can't.]
I-I'm sorry, Lance. [She presses a soft kiss to his shoulder before resting her forehead there, holding onto him like she's afraid he'll bolt if she doesn't.] I'm so sorry.
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Date: 2019-06-05 02:26 am (UTC)Pidge knows all too well what it feels like to lose family. It had truly felt like the world had ended and a part of her died along with it. But she'd been stubborn, she'd refused to believe it and went with the feeling in her gut that it wasn't true. She's lucky to have been right. Lance isn't. And just knowing that makes her heart ache for him, and the only other thing she can think is "How can I fix this?"
The answer makes her throat tight, sits like a cold lump in her stomach: I can't.]
I-I'm sorry, Lance. [She presses a soft kiss to his shoulder before resting her forehead there, holding onto him like she's afraid he'll bolt if she doesn't.] I'm so sorry.