Aster blushed again and scrubbed his hand through his hair, mussing it further. "Maybe you will someday, Denny. Maybe not. It's all the same to me, as long as you're happy." He reached over and mussed Denny's hair, something he always did with Owen. Damn, but he missed Owen. "I probably shouldn't hang around too long tonight," he said. "Can I bring you anything else while you're stuck in here?"