[Her words earn the barest trace of a smile. Something lurking on the corners of his mouth but not blooming into anything real.]
You sound like Pidge. And Sam.
[Which means she's probably right. He knows that. Even as much as he believes this is something he has to do. Has to hold himself to that standard. It's hard not to listen at least a little, when so many people tell you the same thing.]
[His hand reaches to thread fingers through hers.]
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You sound like Pidge. And Sam.
[Which means she's probably right. He knows that. Even as much as he believes this is something he has to do. Has to hold himself to that standard. It's hard not to listen at least a little, when so many people tell you the same thing.]
[His hand reaches to thread fingers through hers.]
... thank you.