Sometimes, a boy, like, saves you or whatever. And it's really cool and dramatic and while you're still juggling the terror of feeling like you're about to die you add in a few other weird feelings that you don't have time to process. And then you dump milk and cereal on his head.

Winter stares at Presley from under her shield, tears in her eyes. She means to say 'thank you' or 'you saved me' or 'I'm sorry for the milk and shit', but it all tangles up on her tongue. "Thanks, mm, I'm bad. The milk. Fuck. Fuck it."

She flings her shield up at the gross thing on the ceiling, more out of frustration with herself than any actual desire to do damage.