"I don't think I'd be her type anyway." What he wanted to say was that she wasn't his type, but why say the logical thing when he could fumble around like an idiot instead? Hartley cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, I was homeless. I guess I still am, but I can sleep in the couch here for now." Which was pretty amazing. Warm and he never went hungry. He appreciated it so much every day.

"I've no idea why Mick wouldn't like you. You seem great. Teddy thinks so." Smooth? Hell no.