Scout was one to be blunt, it was a habit, honestly — but sometimes it was actually cute.

Today was a real hot day, the fan on full speed in front of you as you read through your newspaper.

Your boyfriend plopped down beside you, struggling to read with you — dyslexia wasn’t fun. But overall, it didn’t matter, you did.

It was a comforting silence before a;

“You’re really hot, toots.”

Escaped his lips. He was very straightforward and blunt, just saying whatever came into his peanut brain. He was a handful, to put it in the shortest possible way.