"You've met Barton, yeah? I think he's involved with the costume-favoring re-enactors." Graham's grin turned impish. "So yes, another nerdy thing."
He could handle being called a nerd, but for the love of everything, he was only just thirty. Graham rebelled at being called old.
Tutorials, however, he could handle. "I'll get the laptop." It was somewhere. On a counter, probably, under-- Graham went digging on a table and found the computer buried beneath a pile of newspapers.