Maybe, but you're still sweaty and that's all that matters.

[Technically, what matters is that he's won this pseudo argument and is about to win the next one once Pidge admits she has no idea where to head off to.]

Exactly my point. [He turns to face her with the most smug look Pidge has probably ever seen. Doesn't she just want to slap it away?] So you gotta wait for me no matter how many ants you got in those pants of yours.

[To which he reaches down to stick two fingers down the waistband of her skirt both to punctuate his point and pull her closer once he gets a good look at what his gift actually entails. This deserves a proper thank you because this fool has a mega sweet tooth.]

C'mere.