Davey chatted on about music, most of what he knew being six months or even a year old. He knew a few newer songs from Spotify but he didn't know the names. That didn't stop him from singing a bit. He chuckled and chatted and smoked another, filling the silence, then abruptly looked over at Danny.

"Am I talking too much?" he asked. The question seemed genuine enough, though he didn't seem like a yes would bother him too much.