"What? Why?" Hartley felt the heat rise in his face, but he tried to ignore that. Always too quick to blush, he hates his genetics entirely too often. "Do I even want to know what you found out there?" He had no idea. It wasn't as if he had a Facebook, so anything about him on the net was outside his control. Worrisome.

"Anyway. I'd play for you if I ever get the chance, sure. I'd do it here, but people would stare."