Yeah... [He looks up from where he's crouching near the bed, folding his clothes, and really, big mistake. He knew, should have noticed Mike didn't really bring any clothes with him into the bathroom - he should have seen it coming before it actually happened, Mike heading down to the room wrapped in only a towel, hair still dripping onto his shoulders and...
And he looks away, clearing his throat.] Y-yeah! [There's that nervous giggle, that turns into a hum, somewhere between awkward and pleased. Because he won't deny to himself the new, smug feeling it settled on him, knowing what happened earlier, and that he could drive Mike that far, that fast.]
I noticed too, mmhm. [He nods, attention back on his clothes. (Mostly.)]
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And he looks away, clearing his throat.] Y-yeah! [There's that nervous giggle, that turns into a hum, somewhere between awkward and pleased. Because he won't deny to himself the new, smug feeling it settled on him, knowing what happened earlier, and that he could drive Mike that far, that fast.]
I noticed too, mmhm. [He nods, attention back on his clothes. (Mostly.)]