Sassy

Scott can't help but lift an eyebrow at Misty's comment of his importance. He certainly didn't feel he was that important to TJY at the moment. They had someone to replace him, and all he was doing was lying in bed. But...Misty's care did provide some comfort, and he couldn't deny that.

Carson fixes his gaze on Misty as she talks, his shoulders relaxing a little. He'd talked to her on and off, but never for long, and he was always afraid she'd just turn around and walk away.

Somewhat of a grin comes to his mouth and he shakes his head at her question. "Not great at the moment. You know me though...always in some kind of trouble." Though meant as a joke, there was too much truth to it to completely hide the lack of humor in his eyes. "You look good yourself, Sassy."

The nickname slipped out before he could stop it, and he bites his tongue, lowering his gaze. "I, um..." He fishes for something to say, but for once, comes up empty-handed. Looking back up at Misty, his eyes roam her own, searching for something...for closure. But it wasn't there. There was no closure for him. Would there ever be?

Scott glances up between the two, not feeling uncomfortable, but feeling just a little sorry for the two of them. He knew the past, and it was obvious that not much had changed in the last two months.