FLIRT (гет)

Sonny doesn’t want to head home though it’s late. He really should get a good night’s sleep in his own bed before reporting to the Spuyten Duyvil Shelter in the morning. Amanda isn’t exactly chasing him out either. They’re comfortable on her couch in sweats, talking about all sorts of serious and silly things, trying to elongate their time… alleviate his nerves.
“Too bad you can’t have your phone. We could text at night. Keep you distracted.”
His eyes shoot to hers, his eyebrows raised with a smirk on his lips. They burst into another round of laughter.
“That’s not… I didn’t mean… THAT.”
“Too bad… on both fronts. No phones allowed… but I’d… uh… never say no ta… ta textin’ in the dark.”