Yes, that was my entire goal: lead on a teenager until he finds out someone already liked it and put a ring on it. All my careful planning's been ruined by a meddling kid. [Clara isn't trying to hold back her laughter. Nope. Not at all.

Her smile probably falters for just a second. This kid isn't like David, for the most part. He's older and snarkier and doesn't seem to give a single fuck about hockey. But there's a spark of something to him that makes her think of her son, and his name on top of that...well, it hurts. And it drives home the fact that she hasn't seen her son in weeks and how much she misses him.] Dave's a good name. It suits you.