Hunk was quietly absorbed in his datapad, sketching out blueprints for a new stabilizer design, when he noticed the weight against his shoulder grow heavier. Pidge had dozed off mid-code again, her laptop still glowing faintly in her lap.

He glanced down, amused. Her glasses had slipped a little crooked, and her mouth moved just barely—like she was still arguing with her computer in her dreams.

Then came the mumble. “...ugh… ninety-nine? …should’ve been a hundred…”

Hunk blinked, fighting a chuckle.

“Pidge, are you seriously sleep-ranting about test scores right now?” he whispered, shaking his head with a grin.

She frowned in her sleep, tightening her arms around her laptop as if it had betrayed her. “Not… fair… I triple-checked the code… stupid decimal point…” she muttered.

Hunk tried not to laugh too loudly, but the sound still escaped, echoing softly through the quiet lounge. He gave her hair a gentle ruffle before turning back to his datapad.

“Only you, Pidge,” he said under his breath. “Only you would dream about losing one point.”

And as she mumbled something incoherent about “rewriting the algorithm,” Hunk leaned back, a fond smile tugging at his lips. Some battles she fought in her sleep, and Hunk was more than happy to stand guard while she did.