[Pidge frowns, watching him mindlessly pick out a chocolate. And it hits her right in the gut, hard, that he doesn't go making a big show out of choosing which one to eat because they were a precious gift and she hates that she did this to him. So she lets impulse take over, lets a part of her temper get the better of her as she gets back up into Lance's space. She practically grabs him by the chin so that he'll look at her, her expression serious and no-nonsense.]
Lance, if I didn't love you I would've said so. I wouldn't have stayed with you after that if it had felt like you were forcing me into something I didn't want. But I'm still here. Because I want to be, and because you've become someone that I don't want to live without.
[She draws in a breath, bracing herself. Honesty time. Time to spill all the beans and be vulnerable and open. And if she can't do that for Lance, then she doesn't deserve to be in a relationship, period.]
When you said it back then, I- Yeah, I thought you were too drunk to really know what you were saying, but that was also literally the moment I realized I felt the same way. I didn't say it back because I didn't wanna do that to you without being completely one hundred percent sure of myself, and because I thought you wouldn't remember in the morning.
[With that she finally releases him. Her hands find the bottom edge of her jacket and she starts to wring the fabric anxiously, eyes dropping to watch the movement while her face burns in shame. She's still certain she's fucked this up, and she doubts that her honesty fixed anything.] But it's true. I do. And- And I'm sorry for doubting you. And for making you think I didn't feel the same way.
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Lance, if I didn't love you I would've said so. I wouldn't have stayed with you after that if it had felt like you were forcing me into something I didn't want. But I'm still here. Because I want to be, and because you've become someone that I don't want to live without.
[She draws in a breath, bracing herself. Honesty time. Time to spill all the beans and be vulnerable and open. And if she can't do that for Lance, then she doesn't deserve to be in a relationship, period.]
When you said it back then, I- Yeah, I thought you were too drunk to really know what you were saying, but that was also literally the moment I realized I felt the same way. I didn't say it back because I didn't wanna do that to you without being completely one hundred percent sure of myself, and because I thought you wouldn't remember in the morning.
[With that she finally releases him. Her hands find the bottom edge of her jacket and she starts to wring the fabric anxiously, eyes dropping to watch the movement while her face burns in shame. She's still certain she's fucked this up, and she doubts that her honesty fixed anything.] But it's true. I do. And- And I'm sorry for doubting you. And for making you think I didn't feel the same way.