[Allura gets quiet when Lance turns up the cheese, and she can feel a tightness to her chest as she turns away, in a show of appreciating the view (which was just slightly-above-ground-level tents and trees at this point). It’s not the first time she’s felt like this, not even the first time this night, and she’s not obtuse enough not to realize what it is she’s feeling — she felt it in the moment that her mice told her about Lance’s true feelings, in the relief of seeing him on El Nysa and a dozen times in between.
But that doesn’t make it any less complicated.
She’s quiet for a bit, fiddling with the plush lion in her lap while she thinks. Abruptly, without looking at him,]
Lance, back home, do you remember… a conversation that you had with the mice?
[Being trapped on a ferris wheel is the perfect time to bring up vague awkward feelings. (And a great time to forget that their memories might not exactly match up.)]
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But that doesn’t make it any less complicated.
She’s quiet for a bit, fiddling with the plush lion in her lap while she thinks. Abruptly, without looking at him,]
Lance, back home, do you remember… a conversation that you had with the mice?
[Being trapped on a ferris wheel is the perfect time to bring up vague awkward feelings. (And a great time to forget that their memories might not exactly match up.)]