"Like I said before, I'm the pretty one. Not the smart one." He shrugs and a little of that hopelessness leaves. He's getting D. He can still talk to David.

Maybe he could- he doesn't know. Just holds his hands up and waits for what was coming. "Only if you can't dislocate your shoulders on command."

A beat.

"Then again it depends on the model. What? I got bored on the run."