Atton gave him the finger. Lazily. "Wow, I got an actual 'sort of'," he said. "That's practically a declaration of love from this guy."

"I hope not," Dane said, as he grabbed the plate with the al pastor tacos and oriented it so it was between him and Cade. "I don't have the weird superpowers you guys do."

"Less superpowers, more 'interconnectedness with the universe', blah blah," Atton said.

"He wrote a song about it," Dane confided. "It's a lot more flowery than that."

Atton threw a tiny piece of quesadilla at him.