Robbie huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "I want to freak out over something specific. If I freak out because at some point, maybe, we're going to be on a date and not even know it, that means I'm going to freak out from now until whenever that happens."

He's not fifteen anymore, so he sees no need to act suave about the whole thing. Besides, there is no hiding how non-existent his love life has been from Vance. He's been right there for several years now. He knows that Robbie barely makes the effort to flirt with hot supervillains, and that used to be his favorite hobby. "And... right. Good, glad you're comfortable. Yeah."

... did they just agree to kiss? Wait, he wants to ask, when is that going to happen? It's suddenly more important than when the date is, and Robbie can feel the heat creep up into his cheeks. Someone save him from today.