She nods, and begins to count out loud. No sense risking any confusion.
"...2...1...now!"
Pidge tries only to focus on the next smasher, not the one behind her, not the next after the next, but she's tired, it's loud, the walkway vibrates like it's going to fall apart at any second. But she counts off, even as it takes every ounce of her focus and makes her head throb.
It's all she can do to keep Wash from seeing the tears pricking her eyes at the end of it. It's just a response to all the stress, but it's still a little embarrassing.
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"...2...1...now!"
Pidge tries only to focus on the next smasher, not the one behind her, not the next after the next, but she's tired, it's loud, the walkway vibrates like it's going to fall apart at any second. But she counts off, even as it takes every ounce of her focus and makes her head throb.
It's all she can do to keep Wash from seeing the tears pricking her eyes at the end of it. It's just a response to all the stress, but it's still a little embarrassing.