"Hey Lance?" Pidge asked suddenly. She was working on the Galra tracker they'd recently gotten built. Lance was nearby, sitting in a chair.
"Yeah?" the red paladin responded.
"I was wondering. You always flirt with basically every girl you see."
"No I don't--"
"I'm the only one you never flirted with. Why is that?" Pidge looked curiously at Lance, who was blushing just slightly.
"Well..." he started. "I guess it's because I thought you were a boy at one point, and you're still a bit boyish, so I guess it seems kind of weird to me? I don't know."
Pidge didn't seem to like that answer. "I seem boyish to you?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. You always dress in those baggy clothes, you like video games, and you never really act like a girl."
"Yeesh...is that really the impression I have on everyone?" Pidge eyed Lance with a bit of a sad look on her face.
"Well, kind of," Lance said. Then he murmured "Though, those aren't the only things I notice..." He silently hoped that Pidge didn't hear that part.
"Oh? And what are the other things you notice?" Pidge asked, a mischievous look on her face as she pushed up her glasses.
Oh great. Just had to say that out loud, Lance thought to himself. He sighed. "Well, everyone knows you're super smart. That's helped us out a lot. We've obviously noticed you're small. How old are you, 12?"
"15."
"Anyway," Lance said. He tried to think of something he could say without embarrassing himself. "You're also pretty badass. Now that I think about it, you're kind of like a little gremlin!"
"Hey!"
"And some other things," he finished off.
"W-whatever." Pidge looked back at the Galra tracker.
Lance wondered what she was thinking right then. He managed to keep his voice from revealing what he was thinking, but he was blushing red, his face heating up like he'd been hit with the red lion's Magma Beam.
He'd never admit it, but he'd had a little crush on Pidge for a while now. He wasn't sure when it happened, but he was sure it was real. He just didn't want to embarrass himself.
He sighed, fixing his gaze on Pidge, who was working on the tracker, her arms tight against her body, and her legs together. She looked a bit nervous.
Lance shrugged and looked at the ceiling, slowly falling asleep.
