They're on two different wavelengths, and he knows this. Knows that he's stepping into dangerous, dangerous fucking territory. He doesn't remember anything; he feels like he's intruding on something he shouldn't; he knows Tex is ... projecting. But he's always been bad at keeping away from her.

When she pulls away, he has to smile. Just a soft, toothy grin. "I'd ... kinda hope not," he says, his voice barely there and just a bit rough. He doesn't even care about his own work schedule. It's not even a thought in his mind, at this point.