[Hard? It's more impossible than hard. He can't keep things from Sam if he tries. He's given up keeping all but the worst away from him -- for Sam's sake, if nothing else. He knows it'll be accepted, knows it'll be supported, but the other deserves more than just being a support.]
[Sam deserves to be supported in turn.]
[So he'll do that. Now. While he feels his partner swallow and shake and cling on like this is the last safe place. Even when Sam pulls back, he lingers. His hands on his arms.]
(I do. I would, if you needed me to. If she needed me to.)
[There's a 'but' in there, though. Pidge wouldn't run. He already knows she won't. And he can't. He can't walk away from a task.]
[... as much as part of him wants to run screaming into the desert and cut loose until it stops hurting.]
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[Sam deserves to be supported in turn.]
[So he'll do that. Now. While he feels his partner swallow and shake and cling on like this is the last safe place. Even when Sam pulls back, he lingers. His hands on his arms.]
(I do. I would, if you needed me to. If she needed me to.)
[There's a 'but' in there, though. Pidge wouldn't run. He already knows she won't. And he can't. He can't walk away from a task.]
[... as much as part of him wants to run screaming into the desert and cut loose until it stops hurting.]
[He can't.]