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Hey, it's Pidge. Sorry, can't answer right now, but go ahead and leave a message. I'll get back to you when I can.

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[shiro2hero]

[No nothing is off, he's fine, this is fine, everything is fine.]

[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.

[pidge_out]

[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?

[shiro2hero]

[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.

[All true. No avoidance in those few sentences.]

[pidge_out]

[She just looks at him for a beat, still suspicious (because what on earth could that mean), but... Well. No use in pressing it while half-asleep.]

...When you get back, then.

[shiro2hero]

Yeah. Okay.

[Setting her down now, nudging her toward her door.] Go get some rest, please.

I'm tired just looking at you.

[pidge_out]

You're tired 'cause you don't sleep.

[But fine, geez. Once she's properly got her feet under her, she will move toward her door.]

And talk when you get back.

[shiro2hero]

And because looking at you makes me feel it more.

[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.