Shiro's missing. Hunk is stress-eating. Lance is hiding in his room. And Pidge is too nervous to sit still. He's been endlessly tinkering away on all his scrap metal tech. I'm not sure he's even so much as blinked since Shiro disappeared.
I mean, I know Shiro's our leader, and I'm worried too, but Pidge seems a little obsessed. My chest tighten at the thought.
I'm less worried about Shiro returning and more worried about Pidge keeping his sanity until then. "Pidge, give it a rest already," I say bitterly. Probably could have phrased it better, but it's the thought that counts, right?
"Give what a rest?" Pidge looks up from his scraps and meets my gaze. "You want me to give up trying to bring Shiro back safely while the three of you sit around worrying about yourselves?" He resumes his tinkering, beginning to slam his tools around.
I really should have phrased that better. "Shiro's not going to be any safer because you skip meals or don't sleep."
The smaller paladin froze and gritted his words through his teeth, "At least I'm doing something, Keith."
I raise my hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, it's not the first time Shiro's disappeared. He didn't need your help before, so why should you worry now?"
Pidge stood suddenly, sending all the tools in his lap flying. "Yeah, and Shiro also came back with one less limb the first time around." His glasses lay crooked with his hair covering half his face. I wasn't quite sure if we was getting ready to cry or punch me in the face. "I'll be in my room. Don't talk to me again unless you're willing to help." Leaving some scraps and tools scattered across the floor, Pidge gathered what he could in one scoop and stormed off.