"And then, he said he wouldn't have been able to do it without me. And he thanked me! Can you believe that SpongeBob?" I asked, my voice washed in excitement.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I believed it the tenth time you told me," he replied, smiling slyly at me.
I shoved him playfully between saying, "shut up." And that just made him chuckle - a sound I soon echoed.
"You know, this is the part when you say something like: 'oh my god, Hawk, you're so smart. Your advice is unmatched, and your wisdom cannot be compared."
He even added an exaggerated girly voice for effect. But I just scoffed, shooting him a playful glare, to which he chuckled. After a few moments of walking in comfortable silence through the hallway, I said a small, "thank you."
He threw me a smile in return, eyes
