Normally, just getting Ira's attention would be a minor victory and enough to make Heathcliff grin back at his friend, but...he's gotten himself into a bit of a mood. He still smiles but it's a faint, close-lipped expression that comes and goes without much gusto. He hooks one arm behind his head. "You guys could TOTALLY get dates to the dance, right? I mean, you could. So why don't either of you have one?" He doesn't know what he's expecting. But maybe some solidarity will make him feel like less of a loser.