Hunk & Frank Castle
That was some actual solid advice that Hunk was definitely going to consider. Because he didn't know what to call her these days and if she came back he did want to maybe figure out if he liked her as something more than just a friend or if she was just another Pidge who happened to also be really pretty. And if Hunk was sure of anything then he was definitely sure that Shuri was more than just pretty. He'd noticed that much.
But it wasn't so easy, he figured, as just thinking that she was pretty. He'd thought plenty of girls were pretty before, and the connection they had wasn't really all that different than the one he had with his best friend. One of the few intellectual superiors he'd ever spent any time with.
"Let me ask you this. What's that supposed to feel like? That knowing?" He got the impression the guy knew what he was talking about, got the feeling that he could answer it a lot better than Lance or Keith, neither of whom were good with normal people, or people at all a lot of the time. His friends were pretty much useless when it came to helping Hunk sort out his feelings; really they were more of a hindrance. Or at least Lance was, always getting in the way when Hunk was just trying to bake and cook his feelings out.