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Pidge didn’t do feelings.
She wasn’t opposed to them: she didn’t gag any more or less than Matt did when her parents exchanged corny love letters on Valentine’s Day, nor did she grimace and wrinkle her nose every time she witnessed Keith and Lance traipsing down the halls of the castle hand in hand. Kisses, touches—hell, even sex—were all fine with her so long as she didn’t have to partake in any of it.
It wasn’t as if she misunderstood the concept of love, either: Pidge knew her family loved her, and that she loved them. She loved the impromptu family she’d somehow become a part of in the past few years aboard the Castle of Lions, and had even come to terms with the fact that that familial love had extended to encompass the Green Lion as well. It was easy; comfortable: inhabiting the corners of the void that had been left in her heart when her brother and her father had been swallowed by the vastness of space; a mild balm to the burning ache that throbbed in the pit of her stomach whenever she looked into a mirror and saw Matt.
No, Pidge was fine with love, despite how her sensitivity to it had pained her so: it was an advantage disguised as a flaw (or, perhaps, a flaw disguised as an advantage) written into her DNA, shaped by the daft reasoning of biology; a part of her ‘programming’ that had kept her lineage alive since the dawn of life on Earth itself. See, love as she knew it was an inevitable byproduct of her species, but feelings…?
Nope. Nada. Not worth the trouble, never even tempted.
Well, until now.