I feel Bitty's grip loosen, and I grasp him more tightly on instinct, not yet ready to try moving on my own. He sounds different, and I can't see his face anymore thanks to the tilt of his helmet, but I think he's unhappy.
"No," I say honestly, and I probably think about it too long before I realize something. "Bitty," I say, and I'm genuinely unsure, both because I've never actually been on one, and because I have no idea if Bitty thinks of me that way. He smiles and flushes around me more than anyone I know, but perhaps that's just Bitty. "Is this a date?"
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"No," I say honestly, and I probably think about it too long before I realize something. "Bitty," I say, and I'm genuinely unsure, both because I've never actually been on one, and because I have no idea if Bitty thinks of me that way. He smiles and flushes around me more than anyone I know, but perhaps that's just Bitty. "Is this a date?"