"Your boy? Oh. You have a son? That's cool." Christ, he was young but he guessed it made sense, looks like that and all. "Do you live with his mom or like..." Was that too personal? He trailed off awkwardly and as they arrived in front of the very wet floor where the pipe had exploded all over him, Newt crossed his arms. "Dancing sounds fun."

That was a better, safer topic change.

"I don't dance. Or go out. I don't really know people." Not because he was new in town, he was just a giant loser. "When I turned 18, I did go to a club but I just got mugged outside and I took it as a hint to never go back."