"I got some stuff for the article," Carson agreed with a shrug. Most of what he had gotten had been on how spectacularly bad the entire affair had been, from Kyle getting crowned prom king to the irritating and mundane music choices. Chewing the inside of his lip idly, he tried to ignore the fact that he had actually danced to some of that music, and for a split second his stomach gave a nervous little flip that he tried to squash down and ignore.

"Getting punched in the face definitely didn't earn my first and only prom any favors," he admitted. Waffling for a second he leaned back against his counter and absently looked down at the nails on his hand, more as a distraction than a cleanliness check. "But I guess it could have actually been worse. There was a girl there. We're uh-- we're going to go see a movie." How he had swung that he still wasn't sure, but Dee had been fascinating and oddly magnetic, so he was still dubious that it wasn't actually some sort of horrible miscommunication. Or some sort of set up staged by someone in one of his classes.

Honestly he just really needed to stop over thinking it.

"You can stop apologizing," he finally said. "I guess as far as social crimes go, this is a misdemeanor at best. I might give you some shit for it, but I won't hold it against you."