[She'll complain harder about this when she's more awake. For now she's just... kind of blank-faced. Because it's weird, but it makes sense, and she's hardly fazed, just holding the coffee pot in one hand and the mug in the other.
[He pauses in climbing the stairs, looking quietly at her for a long count. There's a lot of things on his mind right now. A lot of things he wants to talk to her about, but...]
[How do you even tell someone like family these things? How in the world did Lance do it?]
Yeah. Me too. It'd be nice if they were all here, huh?
[She squints at his face, looking at him from the corner of her eye over the rim of her mug. She may still be in the middle of waking up, but she's pretty damn sure that something about that was... off.]
[The sleepiest alarm bells in the world are ringing in Pidge's head. She's starting to actually look pretty suspicious.]
I guess that's good.
[And then her head kind of tilts to one side and she's squinting again, her glasses falling into place on her nose from where they'd been on top of her head.] ...What's going on?
[Oh heck no, this is not a conversation to have right now. Not until he has a better plan. You can't just drop by the way, the rest of your family disappears on you into her lap like this.]
[But, at least, he can be truthful about part of it.]
When you've had some rest, there's some data I need you to take a look at. But I'm not telling you more until after you sleep. It's on my mind, is all.
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And sipping at it.]
It's morning.
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[Hey as long as she's not kicking around or struggling and spilling coffee everywhere. As long as she's okay with this.]
[Up the stairs they go.]
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You're the one supposed to go to bed.
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Like a responsible adult.
[Just relax and let your new dad put you to bed, Pidge.]
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Blech. You're way too good for work like that.
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I get to fly every day -- it's not that bad.
[It's actually relaxing, compared to the fate of the universe resting on your every move.]
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Flying's good. Wish Green was here.
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[How do you even tell someone like family these things? How in the world did Lance do it?]
Yeah. Me too. It'd be nice if they were all here, huh?
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They fly better than any shuttle here.
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[But they're at the top of the stairs, now, and he's moving to try nudging her door open with an elbow.]
No argument on my end. Still feels good to fly, though. No matter what it is.
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I guess that's good.
[And then her head kind of tilts to one side and she's squinting again, her glasses falling into place on her nose from where they'd been on top of her head.] ...What's going on?
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[But, at least, he can be truthful about part of it.]
When you've had some rest, there's some data I need you to take a look at. But I'm not telling you more until after you sleep. It's on my mind, is all.
[All true. No avoidance in those few sentences.]
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...When you get back, then.
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[Setting her down now, nudging her toward her door.] Go get some rest, please.
I'm tired just looking at you.
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[But fine, geez. Once she's properly got her feet under her, she will move toward her door.]
And talk when you get back.
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[He nudges her with an elbow, again. Expression flickering to something more somber when her back is turned.]
You got it. Cross my heart and everything.