Only Bobby wasn't their dad. Sam liked to play pretend but they had a dad and he sure as shit wouldn't want his boy running around town holding the hands of an uptown yuppie like this. Matty took a bite of his burger and wondered how the fuck he was supposed to handle this shit.

"I can't wait to meet him. It's fun, seeing the sort of folks you get around here."

"So we're a novelty?" Matty asked, confronting Harry, annoyed by everything about this punk. How he dressed, his accent, the way he hadn't touch any of the food. Too good for diner food. Prissy bastard.

"I don't know, I kind of think we're all novelties to one another. I've never been to scrapyard in south Dakota and I bet you've never be in Oscorp tower in New York. You ever been to New York?" Harry asked casually, not willing to get dragged down while Sam was sitting here.

"Yeah, I've been. What, you think I can't travel further than here?" Stuck up bastard. "I've been to every state in this great country. Sammy too. We went with our dad."