[It's too late. There's no turning back. He's already run and flailed enough, there's no chance he'd be able to actually fall back asleep now, even if he could convince Jane to leave.

So he takes a deep breath, uses it to blow his bangs back out of his face, and convinces himself that yanking the cord further to knock her laptop over isn't cool worth it.]

I thought I was the one supposed to be getting the presents today, not giving them. But sure, ok, a date sounds pretty great. I could get behind a date.

Except where the hell are you going to take me at fucking six-whatever AM? A public school?