[Even though it's a logical conclusion that doesn't make it any easier to digest. Part of him feels like he should've taken her hand to help her up, but he's too flustered to think about being gentlemanly right now. Instead he's scurrying off toward his room, in a frenzy to find said chips he'd been modifying.]
Just uh, there's good. Yeah.
[No point in her moving if they're gonna end up on the bed anyway. It doesn't take him long to find one of the chips he'd been working on, picking it up off the tray he'd set it on, only to turn around to face her, cheeks still pink.]
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Just uh, there's good. Yeah.
[No point in her moving if they're gonna end up on the bed anyway. It doesn't take him long to find one of the chips he'd been working on, picking it up off the tray he'd set it on, only to turn around to face her, cheeks still pink.]
Found it.