"You'll figure out the whole fun thing one day," Scout jokes, his voice a little quieter as Flint crouches down. His fingers curl, unsure of where to go now that they've lost their job, and they end up settling on either side of him on the bench seat. Having Flint untie his laces for him should probably be embarrassing, but for the moment it just feels nice, and soft, and like they're both doing ok. His head is swimming a little.

"It was fun, I guess. I was - am - a tad drunk, so it was... challengin', anyway." He hesitates a moment before adding, "I figured you'd be gone by now."