““Flint surprises me by laughing out loud, covering his mouth for a moment as though trying to hide it. “Oh my God—Relax. I’m still coherent, right?” “Define coherent and I'll let you be,” I mumble at him, annoyed. Flint smirks. “You’re cute when you fuss over me.” I have to wonder if this is friend appropriate behavior. "I am not cute.” I say; feeling heat spread over my cheeks and looking away from him. “And I’m merely concerned for your safety." I trail off when I hear the noise of someone moving around above our heads. Flint chuckles and says, “I think you’re cute.””
