[With a pat to her shoulder, Lance shifts to sliding his hands under Pidge, helping her to sit up and then hopefully, onto her feet. She really looks a hot mess with grains of sand all over her, but at least he has the decency to start brushing off what he can reach.]
Blame me all you want, but we both know it was your own feet you tripped on.
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Date: 2021-10-31 04:55 pm (UTC)[With a pat to her shoulder, Lance shifts to sliding his hands under Pidge, helping her to sit up and then hopefully, onto her feet. She really looks a hot mess with grains of sand all over her, but at least he has the decency to start brushing off what he can reach.]
Blame me all you want, but we both know it was your own feet you tripped on.