Terry nearly tripped over his feet as he went to sit down, and knew he hadn't managed to stop the blush before it started. He made sure not to sit too close, but Dawlish smelled so good. It made the butterflies in his stomach dance around like crazy.
"I, um, was tired of studying in the library," Terry said, cheeks flushing and palms growing damp again. "And I have a book to finish, thought I'd finish it down here because it's actually nice out for a change, and I like reading at the lake. Sometimes the Squid comes along and listens for a bit." Terry wondered if that was normal, but he thought of the Giant Squid as a friend of sorts. A stand-in for Bob while he was at school.