[His response is immediate. That he will tell them. Though Pidge's face, set in a stubborn scowl, is prominent enough to be a warning. But the offer to try is there, for Sam. For Sam, he'd try.]

Then... we all should try harder, huh?

[There isn't judgment in the question. More curiosity. More resignation. For a bunch of people tangled up in each others' heads, they're all pretty crap at talking, aren't they?]

[He swallows, briefly, before stepping forward. Though he doesn't take the offer just yet. The better to keep eye contact, for now.]

So how do we fix this? [Us? And fix what I did wrong here?] I don't want you to think you're not important to me. I never meant to make you feel that way. And I'm sorry.