As soon as that pointed, wistful flirtation pops out of his mouth, Carter bites his lip, as if trying to suck the words back inside. He is nervous, staring away from Abby and getting mildly pissed at himself. Abby swings her head around to stare at him warmly, appraisingly, hanging her head down a little as she cocks it and peeks at him. Slowly, she reaches up with one hand and grabs his cheek, turning his face toward herself. Her hand lingers. They gaze at each other with a glint of hunger, a trace of nerves, and a lot of heat. It's the first time I've ever actually seen chemistry between Carter and Abby; it seems to be here in force, and it looks like they're about to kiss each other. But they don't. "Are you okay?" she whispers instead. Carter nods wordlessly and one or both of them leans forward a fraction as if to commence tongue suckage. But again, no. Abby smiles and turns away, then shoots her head back around to look at him again. Carter leaps off the porch and stands in front of her, taking her hands. "Come on," he says. "Let's get out of here." Abby chuckles. "And ditch our friends?" she asks. "They'll get over it," Carter says intensely. Abby slides off the porch and stumbles a bit; he catches her and they start walking to his car, hand in hand. "I have a free Tiki mask in there," she slurs. "I'll buy you another one," he says evenly.