He's trying very hard not to remember those steamy showers, because that veers out of friendship territory into confusing, chemistry-soaked territory that they need to avoid. It's the same reason he's looking at her face without looking at her lips, or right into her eyes.

She has a nice nose, and it's a safe nose.

"You remember right." He dusts a bit of dried hay off his sleeve and onto the floor. "Usually it's more grease and less dirt. The mess is nice, though. Means I've gotten something done."

He cocks his head. "I remember you cleaning when you get upset."