Sean couldn't help laughing. It was mostly at himself, at how absolutely ridiculous he felt like he was coming off, and maybe a little just at his own nervousness, but that didn't really matter, did it? What mattered was that laughing made it a lot easier to keep grinning rather than letting all of the jitters show, as he noted, "At least you're all dry. I was soaked when I got here." He tapped at the door frame, pulling a face as he added, "It was not this cold in Cuba." And then he was off, back down the hall with a "Be right back!" tossed over his shoulder.
Out of Kitty's sight, it was almost funny how he felt everything change. There wasn't a distraction to keep him together, just the voice in his own head (remarkably similar to the voice of a certain, terrible cousin) taunting him as he took the stairs two at a time and swung off of the banister like a slingshot, straight for his room. What was he doing? What was he supposed to be doing? Fair to say, Kitty wasn't the only one who didn't often get to act normal and Sean wasn't really sure what to do with himself now he had the chance. What did other boys do when there wasn't anyone else hanging around, waiting to swoop in and outdo them? Notably, for a split second, he very nearly found himself peeking to see if Raven was available to offer some word of wisdom from the feminine point of view.
But only for a split second.
Then he was almost back to the stairs, jacket in hand, before he remembered why he'd originally wanted to head for his room in the first place and...had to turn around, muttering to himself the entire way, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph..."
So, basically, by the time he got back to the kitchen, he was just going to feel like twice the fool rather than calming himself down at all. Good show. Not that it mattered, when there was still some odd part of him that was just ridiculously pleased to find that she hadn't run away in the short time he'd been gone.