Leo had a plan. A foolproof, 100% success rate plan: say something cool, make you laugh, and definitely not embarrass himself.

That plan lasted two seconds.

“So, uh, did it hurt?” Leo started, flashing what he hoped was a confident smirk.

You raised an eyebrow. He panicked.

“When you fell… from—um.” He flailed a hand vaguely. “The place. You know. The sky. Or whatever.”

Oh no.

Abort. ABORT.

“I mean—you’re just—uh.” His brain crashed like a malfunctioning automaton. “You’re, like… cool.”

Cool. THAT’S what he landed on. Not even smooth. Just cool.

He was never recovering from this.