Oops. Sorry Carson

Carson came back with some floral sheets and a clean blanket, stripping the bed without realizing how emotional Ivy was getting behind him. His thoughts were solely on his task, specifically the fitted sheet and how it wouldn't cooperate.

She barely held back a laugh. That was oddly cute. Lots of things he had been doing lately were and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.

She was probably only thinking like this because of Rosa's bizarre accusation that the two of them were romantically interested in each other. That wasn't true at all. Carson didn't think about her that way; she would have heard it.

Even as she laid down on his bed he wasn't thinking anything weird. His focus was already on the components of an EEG machine and how to make that portable.