"I had a kid who sang about how she'd rather give birth to a pterodactyl than take her math test," Clint offers. "It was a very Bikini Kill number, apparently."

Now is not the time to be thinking of doing anything rash or emotional, which is of course why the thought of asking her out on a... not-quite-date crosses his mind. And he's fully prepared to just open his mouth and just ask if she wants to grab a couple of beers when...

A quiet little guitar intro plays. It's impossible to really properly react to it the way part of his head is, it just turns into singing and it's totally normal. Somehow. Wow, so that's how this feels.

"We work late and I pretend that I don't notice when you're next to me,
But I do.
I might be mistaken, but I sometimes get the feeling that you notice too.
And I know this place that's near here;
Quiet, dark and small.
When we're finished here I think that I may want a beer, how about you?
It'd be nice to go out drinking with you."

He's going to be so mortified when this finishes up.