[ This thread of conversation isn't helping his burning face any, but it is...strangely complimentary. To suppose that she's been thinking about...kissing him. It's not as if he can't say the same, even if his own hypothetical daydream scenarios usually involved an air hockey table.

But this is better. Sitting out here beneath the clear sky and the stars, her warmth all around him, her taste still in his mouth...yeah. Better. ]

Yeah? I, uh - me, too. I mean - I've been...thinking about you. A lot.

[ A soft chuckle slips between them. ]

Even before you hit me in the face with a hockey puck.