"I've shaken a lot of hands, I guess."

All of a sudden, he felt uncomfortable. It wasn't this Blaine fella, but it wasn't their circumstances, either. Not entirely. It was what Blaine had just said: he'd tried to cheer a stranger up. And he was always crap at that. Kindness came slow to him, in jerks and stutters, like a muscle you left to rot. For a long time, he'd just wanted to seem tough, not kind. And those years caught up to him then, in this crowded moment, when everything added up on him at once.

"You reckon they're filming this?"