"You totally need to get on that, bro," Wocky suggested. Apollo shoveled down more ramen.

"Shut up. Just shut up."

"I mean, okay," Wocky leaned forward, gripping his chopsticks like he was going to use them as a weapon, "If you aren't, somebody is. Maybe me."

"You wouldn't," Apollo growled, or maybe squeaked. He didn't do confrontation very well.

"I would. I so would. How old is she again?"

"Fifteen."

"That's dope."

"What? What does that even mean?"

"Fifteen and brown eyes," Wocky winked, and snapped his fingers into a gun, pointing directly into Apollo's face, "Juice!"

"Okay, that," Apollo stuttered, "That is just obscene and crude and I really don't know what you're talking about. Also. Also, she's my sister."

"Whatever."

"Half-sister," Apollo corrected himself, and then in an even smaller voice, "Maybe-probably."

"More for me."

"No. Stop that. Shut up. You're a hooligan."

Wocky stared at him, "A what? And hey, don't worry 'bout it, Polly. I'll show a girl a good time."

"NO." Apollo gently refuted, "No. No, you are not showing her anything because you are too old for her and a violent criminal and also terrifying and oh god, please don't kill me."

"So, what you're saying is," Wocky talked with his mouth open, Apollo noted. It was probably an intimidation thing. First one to act grossed out lost. Bet his manners were impeccable around the girls. "What you're saying is, you've got the hots for this girl even though she's too young for you, and your sister."

"Half-sister."

"Still your sister."

"I know," Apollo whined. And then immediately backtracked, "I don't have the hots for her. I mean. I'm not interested in her like that. I mean—she's my sister. Don't be weird."

"O-kay," Wocky widened his eyes pointedly, picked up his bowl, and started slurping, "So what you're saying is, you're going to kidnap her and take her to some cabin in the woods where you can have creepy mutant children far from the eyes of society. I feel ya."

"Oh my god," Apollo hid his face in his hands, "Oh my god. Please, just. I hate you. I hate me. I have the hots for my maybe-probably-sister."

Wocky clapped a hand on his back, "That's the spirit!"

"You are awful," Apollo told him.

"So, you're not going for it?"

"Of course not!"

"Does that mean I can?"

"No!"

"Sheesh," Wocky rolled his eyes, slapped some money on the table, and rose in a state of clear disgust, "Some people."