[Her eyes are definitely shut now. And she also definitely seems to be easing herself onto her back, letting herself be pressed into the mattress and be left almost suspiciously vulnerable to anything Lance might try. But her mouth keeps running, even as her voice starts to grow breathless and weak.]
I think you're-- imagining things. [Besides the way her fingers start to slide up into his hair. That part is definitely not Lance's imagination.] I say your name the same way every time.
[More lies. But Pidge is not about to lose at a game of her own making, dammit. Lance will have to force that breathy desperate "Lance" out of her.]
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I think you're-- imagining things. [Besides the way her fingers start to slide up into his hair. That part is definitely not Lance's imagination.] I say your name the same way every time.
[More lies. But Pidge is not about to lose at a game of her own making, dammit. Lance will have to force that breathy desperate "Lance" out of her.]