[Pidge shrugs a shoulder, unfazed by the comment as she starts idly arranging the tufts of his hair into swirly patterns.]
Joke's on her. He'd just tuck his wings and start rolling for a mile.
[That chuckle undoes a knot that's formed in Pidge's chest, though, and she's just... relieved. The last thing she wants is for her attempts to help him to backfire yet again.]
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Joke's on her. He'd just tuck his wings and start rolling for a mile.
[That chuckle undoes a knot that's formed in Pidge's chest, though, and she's just... relieved. The last thing she wants is for her attempts to help him to backfire yet again.]