He hesitated. I braced for rejection. But then, quietly, with very white eyes, he asked, “Would I get to watch it with you?” Oh, my God. This big, green, loveable dork. “Yes, with me,” I said, laughing with relief. “Who else are you going to practise your dating techniques on? Lala’s asleep on her charging dock.” I gave him a grim sort of smile and then stood, saluting him with my cup. “I’m all you’ve got.” He smiled at me like that was the best damn thing he’d heard all day. And I didn’t know what the hell to do with that.
