"When's your birthday?" he asks, heading down the sidewalk in the direction of the Hideout, his hands shoved into the pockets of his denim jacket. There's no huge Dio patch on the back of this one, which kind of sucks, but it's still pretty cool.

"Weird about..." He frowns a little, then realizes what she means. "You being seventeen? That's not weird."

The last proper girlfriend he'd had had been sixteen to his eighteen and that hadn't seemed weird. She'd been in the same grade at he had, after all, just had a late birthday.