"I'm less in your phone and more in your signal," Luke gloated. He couldn't help it. This guy wasn't praising his abilities, he wasn't awestruck by them but it was probably close enough. It was absolutely close enough. Luke was warming up to this guy. That might be the tacos talking, of course, but here he was, relaxing and having a normal conversation.

Would his mom be proud of him? Not that he'd ever know. After he stole the car, which she did not report missing, she moved. New life. No crazy son. He didn't miss her.

His emotions were broken. Samuel said that often enough.

"And uh...yeah. I'm gonna melt your dad. Well no. Melt? Stop it. It's not fucking melting people."