He swallows. "It's not, really. It's not even mostly good, sometimes." Sometimes, all he can think of is every disappointed look his father has ever vaulted his way. From the surprised glare of a man just hearing his 11-year-old son likes to watch American Idol, to the dismayed glance of a man watching his 15-year-old son looking too entertained by a men's cologne commercial.

He gives Steven a distantly hungry look, "I, uh... I guess I just feel like it would be nice not to forget you, even if we're not partners anymore."

He looks away, smoothing his hair back and down. "Uh, oh, sure cool. Are they older or younger?" He keeps averting his gaze, nervous as all hell.