As the night goes on, Flint's thoughts return to the promise he made earlier tonight, which hadn't exactly been a promise, except for the queasy, acidic feeling in his stomach that tells him he's messed up again.

It takes longer than it should for him to find Scout again. Just as Flint is sure that Scout already left the party, there he is, golden-haired and all in denim, which is an absurd look that does nothing to dim Flint's affection for him.

"Scout. Hi." It would be easier if he didn't feel this way, easier if he could stop it from showing on his face in a helpless smile. "It's, uh. Getting pretty late."