leans back in his chair, arms folded I'm just saying, seven weeks. That's how long he's been at this. Smiling. Texting. Disappearing.

doesn't look up from his book Maybe he finally made a friend his own age.

snorts In this city? At that school? With our luck?

from the armchair, without opening her eyes You're all being very loud about something that isn't your business.

Since when has that stopped us?

sets the tablet down The kid's been glowing. Like radioactive, nuclear, something's-definitely-happening glowing. And when I asked—politely, might I add—he turned the color of a tomato and changed the subject.

Exactly. That's suspicious behavior.

looks up from his sketchbook Maybe he's just happy.

slowly Cap. That's... that's exactly what we're saying.

pointing He gets it.