( her face does several things, as she manages — incredibly — not to snap her first reaction back at him. eventually, pinning her needle back into flint's shirt, )

This was a stupid idea, I'm going to — there's plenty of empty rooms, I'm just going to go find one for the night. I can write Lexie a note or something, you look busy.

( she clicks her tongue and hardie lumbers to his feet, albeit somewhat reluctantly. whiskey's good company. )