Ennis lets out a stupid, giddy little laugh at Jaime's response. If his hands could sweat right now they would, but Ennis has slathered his own concoction of antipersperant lotion all the way up to his wrists. Instead, his hands begin to feel unusually warm and he begins sweating profusely from his inner elbow to compensate. Nice.

A normal person would've released hands by now, but oh no no, not Ennis. He's dragging Jaime down to Awkward Town with him. As the song switches to something more uptempo that he's familiar with, he unconsciously sways the beat and moves their hands along with him.

"We can, um, watch them in my room if you want? Oh-- and-- I can show you a picture of the lambs my mom just sent me? And, um, we can look up random questions you want the answer to?" Damn, Ennis, killin' it.