Flash pocketed his phone and looked up at the Flower Shop building. He wanted to get one last good ollie in, but his nerves were so fucked up that he couldn't even get the board halfway off the ground without losing his balance. The fucking last thing he wanted was to break his ankle before going up and making a confession (shit that sounded so rom-com in his head) to Gwen. Not a confession. Just to talk? That was more reality show, but he'd take it.
Skateboard under his arm, he made his way up the stairs and over to Gwen's apartment door. He tried not to think about Jason freaking out inside the apartment even if he didn't have a clue why he would. Maybe it was Gwen acting like a normal human that freaked Jason out? Like, that fucker could only handle seeing her if she was in a lab getting her blood taken and stuff attached her.
His stomach did its own ollie when he started thinking about the port and what that meant for her going forward in the facility. Could have meant that the time he had with her was limited, like tomorrow they could decide to chop her up for parts and he couldn't do anything about it. To him, that was even more reason to let himself feel what he wanted to feel. It'd blow up in his face, it always fucking did, but he wouldn't regret it.
He knocked on her door and when she opened it, she'd find him with his black hat backward, skateboard in hand and his usual t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Not the same jeans and sneakers he wore to the party, cause those were hanging up in his bathroom still soaked with pool water.
"Hey." Flash said and smiled. He didn't look nervous, but that was from years of training to look cool.