Carson's expression sunk into something shrewd and calculating at Eric's blatant surprise.
"It's not like, a date date." He corrected, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow in challenge. "She was just-- she was interesting. Like comic book interesting. Some sort of chosen one from an apocalyptic future. And she told me she crashed because she'd never done any of the typical teenage stuff, the kinda shit that gets taken for granted. So I thought I'd go out of my way and suggest she get to embrace the mundane stereotype and see just what she wasn't missing." There was a beat of silence and something itched at the back of his mind. His own words sunk in, and he remembered the way heat had crept up the back of his neck when she had taken his hands into her own small ones, and his eyes flared open in realization.
"Oh shit." He muttered, glancing from the intriguing array of tupperware on the counter to Eric himself. "Oh shit. I have a date." His arms uncrossed and fell to his side. "And I have a fucking black eye."
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"It's not like, a date date." He corrected, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow in challenge. "She was just-- she was interesting. Like comic book interesting. Some sort of chosen one from an apocalyptic future. And she told me she crashed because she'd never done any of the typical teenage stuff, the kinda shit that gets taken for granted. So I thought I'd go out of my way and suggest she get to embrace the mundane stereotype and see just what she wasn't missing." There was a beat of silence and something itched at the back of his mind. His own words sunk in, and he remembered the way heat had crept up the back of his neck when she had taken his hands into her own small ones, and his eyes flared open in realization.
"Oh shit." He muttered, glancing from the intriguing array of tupperware on the counter to Eric himself. "Oh shit. I have a date." His arms uncrossed and fell to his side. "And I have a fucking black eye."