He shrugs helplessly. "He's... I'm like, six years older than him." When he says it like that, the gap sounds huge. Hearing seventeen and twenty-three didn't have the same kind of impact. Maybe it wouldn't matter as much if they were both older, but they aren't.

Poison twists his mug, still staring at it.

"Sometimes I feel like-- like he deserves to have a lot more experience before settling down with someone. I mean, I'm the only person he's ever been with." Except the blow job from Sienna and the almost-feelings for Beca.