“He not only showed up to our date wasted, but broke a $200 bottle of champagne over his head.”
He not only felt for Pidge and her disastrous date, having been there a few time himself once upon a time when he was young and scouting the scene, but there was a flicker of anger as well. Simmering low, but controlled. Showing in the slight pinch of his brow and the shift in his jaw.
Pidge was like family to him, even before Voltron. His friendship with Matt and Sam had introduced him to Katie, and the stories he heard on their trip to Kerberos had made her feel like his own sister.
To hear her have such a bad night was enough to anger him.
“I’m sorry, Pidge,” he said, reaching out to place his flesh hand on her shoulder gently. He gave a comforting squeeze. “Did you want me to give you a ride home?”
