Are you kidding? Mia had a knack for picking up on very specific parts of conversations and going with them. The only problem here was, he hadn't actually said anything about liking the dress tonight. He'd said it in a comment yesterday. That could only mean that she'd picked up on it then and carried it with her even now. Fuck. "I do like the dress. I think, when you're not being crazy and dumping body wash on my lawn or assaulting me with stuffed animals, that you look pretty in it." She even looked good when she was a hot mess, but Tino didn't think she'd appreciate that comment as much.
"But I don't like being accused of not caring. So what's it going to be, Mia?" He ignored her tears. He had to. Tears were his kryptonite.