[He'll wait. Until she's fully ready. Only then does he take her hand. He's gotten better at this, lately. But it's still best to start with someone he knows very well. No surprises in his head, that way.]
[It's Pidge, because of course it is. Her, hunched over her laptop, fingers flying at a pace human beings probably shouldn't be able to type at. Nothing attached but fond feelings -- family, he's so proud of her, couldn't do it without her -- surrounding the image.]
[Then, as promised, he starts to pull the walls back up. Darkening the image first, like the sky beginning to dim in twilight. Stars appear, obscuring it further. Until he can pull up the swirling colors of nebulae and stardust. And there's nothing left but space.]
[Once it's in place, he pulls his hand back from hers, looking to her face.]
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[It's Pidge, because of course it is. Her, hunched over her laptop, fingers flying at a pace human beings probably shouldn't be able to type at. Nothing attached but fond feelings -- family, he's so proud of her, couldn't do it without her -- surrounding the image.]
[Then, as promised, he starts to pull the walls back up. Darkening the image first, like the sky beginning to dim in twilight. Stars appear, obscuring it further. Until he can pull up the swirling colors of nebulae and stardust. And there's nothing left but space.]
[Once it's in place, he pulls his hand back from hers, looking to her face.]
Was that all right?