[Hunk's accurate description accusation makes Pidge all but squeak, cheeks burning all over again and she has to wipe both hands over her face, knocking her glasses completely askew. This is so confusing, and really Pidge just needs a few seconds to sort this all out properly.

So she takes a breath, still hiding her face behind her hands, and makes Attempt Number One as she starts to pace a bit in front of the bed.]

So-- Ugh, so-- I like Lance and Hunk. And Hunk likes me and Lance. And Lance kissed me but is flailing about Hunk liking boys, soooo... He likes me and Hunk?

[She doesn't even try to peek through her hands to look at them. It feels too embarrassing.] Did I miss anything?