Artemis pulled her sweater tighter when she opened the door. The hummingbird paced knocking stopped and she had to dodge before he knocked on her face. "Wally, what-"
He pushes past her and she notices he's not wearing a jacket, or pants. She raises her eyebrow when he goes straight to her computer and logs on. "So get this-" he opens a new browser window and goes to Stanford's science page, "I figured out what we were doing wrong. I beat the teacher. He was telling us fusion but we need fission." Or so she was able to put together from his speed talking.
"Babe, you're not wearing pants." She was still next to the door staring at his striped boxers and Stanford T-her favorite one that was just a little too tight across the shoulders- when he turned to look at her with an incredulous gaze. He zoomed over and picked her up, setting her on her bed.
"Look-" He hopped up next to her and pulled her computer between them. "We needed to prove the Excitation Energy for the reactor, right?" He was talking slow, almost as though he were working out how to explain it for his own paper. "And see this number? That's the percent yield for the Uranium."
She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow and a grim smirk, ready to inform him plainly that, 'yes, Wally, I already know that.' But then she his eyes lighting up as they flitted across the screen and the grin that pulled his lips into the most adorable, dopey smile she'd ever seen. Instead of interrupting him at his first point, she let him ramble away. He kept looking at her, eyes wide and excited.
She smiled. "I love you."
He stopped mid-sentence and looked up, he was momentarily confused before he took a new glint to his eyes- even more breath taking then when he got excited about his science experiments. It was the same look he got whenever he really looked at her. "I love you, too." She leaned in to kiss him; he reciprocated, earnestly. He didn't explain his experiment any more that night.
It was probably a good thing he'd forgot to put on pants.