The odds of Goose being able to properly avoid ceiling stains were really not good odds at all.

Goose finally looked back up now that the mun was free from coffee hell, he had started to turn rather pink.

“Oh …um…I liked…sp…being …er…”

Seriously why was all of this so hard? He really didn’t want a repeat of Darkstar and Stingray but he really didn’t do well with emotions and talking about feelings.

“I mean…ialsolikedbeingwithyou,” apparently it wasn’t just a certain pyrokinetic who talked in a keysmash like that.