[It's Pidge's turn for her brow to furrow, concerned. Oh no. Did she fuck it up? She fucked it up. She finally manages to say "I love you" and then screws herself over by talking about how her brain had short-circuited when Lance said it first. She chews on the inside of her cheek for a second, finding herself studying one of the undone buttons of Lance's shirt.]

That's not it, Lance. I just wasn't sure you remembered. And you never said it again, so I didn't think bringing it up out of nowhere was the best idea.

[It never occurred to her that he just didn't want her to feel pressured. She's worse at this than she thought. And that makes her reach up and wipe a hand down her face.]

Man... I really need to work on my communication skills...