Silas managed a displeased look. Yeah, he definitely wished she was more forgetful and less observant. “If it means you’re gonna try and find all my weak spots I ain’t so sure I’m game for that,” he retorted. Like a lot of things about him, not that many people knew he was ticklish, and he liked to keep it that way. Call if a reclusive thing, but he liked to look at is as survival instinct, not that there had been many occasions where someone could’ve exploited that kind of information. He would forgive Rae a lot, that much he knew, his affection for her seemed to cancel out most things he’d find otherwise irritating. Like the Topher thing. But he wasn’t so sure he’d forgive her if she really did have plans to exploit his ticklish sides; there was nothing masculine about having to gasp for breath through a laughing fit. He couldn’t even use the excuse of healing ribs to get out of it, though, that was the worst part.
“Yeah, maybe,” he said. “We’re just using a tiny percentage of our brain anyways, maybe the rest of it just holds onto the shit you think you’ll never need again,” he shrugged. Not knowing the science behind how the brain worked made him question his statement, but it was just Rae he was talking to. “Which is a fucking weird thought.”
If she was playing him, and she knew exactly what she should be doing he probably wouldn’t even be able to muster up the energy to be pissed at her. Hell, not when he was getting little statements like the one she’d just made. Not helpful statements, mind, but ones he liked hearing anyways, and the pressure of his grip increased just a little for just a second in response.
It took a very valiant effort not to laugh at her very sincere statement. “Babe, I’d lose all my cred if I went around smiling all the time,” he pointed out, though he didn’t let the expression drop. “People would start think I’m actually approachable.” Not that he wasn’t, but for one reason or another most people left him alone, and he didn’t mind it. He hadn’t really been thinking when he grabbed the equipment, but now that he was looking at it, yeah the stick wasn’t the right size for her at all. “No, it doesn’t,” he agreed, his smile melted into a smirk. “Ha, yeah, you’ll be a pro with it.” Valiantly trying not to laugh again for a very different reason. Sometimes he wondered if she said shit like that on purpose, or she never realized she was saying it until it was out of her mouth.
Her shot wasn’t perfect, but it had improved. “That was fucking great, Rae,” he said and leaned to kiss the corner of her mouth. To hell with it. “You’ll be beating my ass before long,” he said against her lips, laughing at himself because now he was the one saying things that could have more than one meaning. He’d definitely been thinking sports when he’d said it though.