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Hey, it's Pidge. Can't answer right now-- Rover quit it! --so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.
Rover, what did I say--?!?!

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[Pidge is used to this behavior now. If Hunk is too busy for Lance to curl around, then he comes to her because she's bound to be indoors working on her computer at all hours of the day. So this is no different from the usual, and she's so accustomed to it that she presses back into him when he scoots closer. It's subconscious and silent, Pidge's eyes still trained on her screen as she feverishly types in more code for the newest video game she's trying to make for them to play.

At some point she frees up one hand to reach back and pat Lance comfortingly. There there, ya big baby. And then she's right back to task, absently sticking her tongue out as her focus takes over again.]