Spencer groans again and kicks (what he hopes is) Ira's foot under the table. He doesn't kick very hard, though, which gives away his lack of real irritation. "Maybe it's what we deserve," is Spencer's miserable contribution to the conversation. "And screw anonymous admirers. Todd's right. What's even the point?"

Reluctantly he drags himself up into a position with somewhat better posture. "At least we have the dance where anonymous assholes have to be proactive."