"The police can probably use someone smart like you." Hartley smiled a little and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really have that much room to talk, given-- "I wanted to be a musician for a while." Sometimes he daydreamed about it still, but in that far away style. Similar to how he thought about boys, he supposed. About love. It was something for other people. He had concrete goals to focus on, but sometimes a little dreaming on the side helped him keep going. "I don't think you're a loser, Barry."