The “there is only one bed” romance trope, but there is only one mech instead.
Each of you have mission critical skills for this op, but we only have a single seater chassis available. You two are going to have to figure out who is sitting on who’s lap while also sharing a neural link to the mech.
You’ve grown accustomed to your sensory inputs getting lost in a machine, but never the nerve ending of another pilot.
You try and shake these concerns away. Think of the mission, only the mission. You reach out for the mech’s weapons systems and feel the presence of someone else’s ghost reaching out in unisin. The warmth of it cause you to hesitate. Is it getting hotter in here? Is that racing heart yours, or the other pilots? Maybe it’s the reactor, its rhythmic thumping increasing in pace and heating up from the additional inputs and feedback