There's something, for a moment, that doesn't sit right. That I'm being passed around like an object, a fucking birthday present, and I could really be anyone. Something like this could've happened, back home, and I'd have left with a wad of cash in my pocket, afterward.

But they're not strangers, and when Danny nudges me away, I go willingly, turning to catch Steve by the wrist and tug him toward us.