Pidge doesn't miss the way he goes stiff -she's holding on to him, after all- so she withdraws her arm. She doesn't need to ask what happened, she just knows he's hurt. He hid it well up until then, or maybe she was just wrapped up in her own thoughts.

Well, she still has a cat to pet.

"You're the second person to say that to me," she sniffs when she has a voice again. "I just...don't know how. I can't focus on one thing unless I'm focusing on it to the exclusion of everything else."