Great. No, really, this was exactly what I wanted to do today. [Annoyed groan. Jeeze Reid, tell us how you really feel.
For a moment he's distracted with angrily picking stray confetti out of his hair, but soon enough his attention is drawn back to This Thing. That felt like more than an obligatory snog, and although he doesn't put much faith into the percentage (compatability? Scoring?) it got him thinking. So in the end he turns towards Kitty: is this A Thing even worth talking about or should they just forget it ever happened?]