"I mean out there," Danny corrects, giving a sniff and reigning in his interest. "You got super book boy or whatever," he continues, as if he doesn't know Luke's name. As if he doesn't seem him almost every week for basketball practise. Fishing out a bunch of coins from his pocket, he starts picking out the change for the vending machine. "And don't tell me you and he aren't a thing, okay. It's been months, okay, 'course you are."