“You only ask that after you laugh.” He’s ok if that response gave away any hint of his condition. He’s been knocked down by the punching bag before and also by much worse. He gets back up, taking a breath in. ( That bag knocked a lot of air out of him. ) While he was pissed earlier, he wasn’t anymore.
It was therapeutic for him to box honestly and at this point, quite a few of the paladins are aware. Pidge, especially knows. He has found comfort in the smaller paladin’s presence more often than not. He doesn’t know why but he’s thankful for it nonetheless.
He wipes the sweat off his brow. “Did you plan on being a distraction or is it another allnighter for us?” His cheeky way of asking if Pidge couldn’t sleep again. He was aware how they have troubles as well sleeping. All paladins did at some point.
Quickly falling back into routine-- no hesitation as they reply, smirk tugging at the corner of their lips. Having seen him knocked down by worse and back on his feet twice as fast, Pidge have no qualms teasing him about a mishap in the training room.
Shrug thrown in response to his next question, reaching up to fiddle with glasses for a moment. Just as Pidge could read Keith, he could read the young paladin. It was hard to sleep when their family was still out there, when every moment spent resting felt like a moment wasted, a moment that could be crucial in the safe return.
“A happy accident, I swear. I was on my way down to the
hanger. Figured only one other person would be up, and
in here at this hour.”
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