Stand By You (2/2)
Title: Stand By You (2/2)
Characters: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang, Sam Evans, Quinn Fabray, Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry, the rest of ND.
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Up to 2.20
Summary: Gossip just comes to Tina; especially when it's about her boyfriend's best friend.
I didn't judge the length of the 2nd part very well, but that just means it's longer than I planned!
They’ve never spoken much, ever, really, so when Quinn sidles up beside her locker during lunch Tina raises and eyebrow and pauses in pulling a book out of her bag.
“I know. And you know, so I was thinking maybe we could help Sam out.”
“Know what?” she tries, because Tina wouldn’t be surprised if this was part of some elaborate plan to get information out of her.
“About Sam’s… situation. He’s having a harder time than usual keeping up with school and I know you’re really good at History so…”
“I can do that.”
“Good,” Quinn smiles and she relaxes a bit, “I don’t know why Mike just didn’t ask you in the first place, but good.”
She’s pulling her brown bag out because really, it’s lunch and she needs to eat sooner than later, but Quinn’s definitely good at getting her attention back.
“What about Mike?”
“He’s the one that asked me if I’d help Sam with English. In a way that wouldn’t make him feel like we’re interfering more than we already are.”
“I didn’t know that…”
“Mike’s been helping him with math too. With everything else going on….”
“School’s not really a priority.” She finishes, squinting at the blonde.
“Understandably. Anyways, since you’ll see Mike first, can you let him know you’ll help? Saves me trying to track him down.”
“Sure thing, Quinn. No problem.”
Tina can’t argue that she’ll be seeing Mike first, but she definitely won’t be talking to him; more like kissing him senseless for being the most thoughtful friend, and therefore the sexiest boyfriend ever.
--
The moment Rachel brings up Sam, Tina can feel Mike tense beside her even though they’re not actually touching. That and the little roll of his head is everything she needs to know; they’d talked about this day coming, especially when everyone started getting suspicious and everything. She had hoped maybe it could be dealt with a bit more privately, but no, of course its got to be done in typical Glee club fashion. It’s hard not to speak up when everyone’s going off on Sam like they have a clue what he’s been going through, but if Mike and Kurt and Quinn aren’t biting, then she’s not going to either.
It’s Mike who goes after Sam, like it could really be anyone else, and honestly, Tina’s proud of the way Mike doesn’t even hesitate or look back. He’s just gone because Sam needs someone right now and if Sam trusted Mike enough to tell him from the start about what was going on, then it’s pretty obvious who needed to be there for him now.
The choir room is dead quiet and Tina knows there’s an ‘I told you so’ or something equally as snarky just begging to be released from Kurt’s lips, but now’s not the time. Lately, hopefully, because everyone deserves it for not trusting Sam. For not trusting each other; for jumping to conclusions and making a mess of everything. Everyone, but especially Mike had worked so keep Sam’s secret and be there for him unconditionally, and it still ended up in a flaming mess of suck. And if she feels like this then Mike’s probably feeling a thousand times worse; it's definitely turning out to be the kind of day DDR was invented to cure.
--
“Tina, can there be more cheese?”
“You can put on as much cheese as you want, Stacey.”
But she’s totally thinking that basically the two little blonde-haired children can put anything they want onto the pizza as long as it keeps them happy, entertained, and out of the rec room in the basement. Because the reverberating sound of shouting and cheering is loud enough sometimes to be heard in the kitchen, and every time Tina’s faced with two six-year-olds who are intent on going to see what the fuss is. And she can’t blame their curiosity, because she’s all kinds of curious about what game Mike and Sam are playing that has them so intense, but her mandate for the afternoon is pretty clear. It’s Sam’s day, so Sam gets a few free hours on a Saturday afternoon from having to play babysitter.
“I’ll get more pepperoni,” Tina mumbles to no one in particular as she scans the disaster that’s the Chang’s kitchen.
It’s not all that bad watching the twins; not the flaming disaster Tina first envisioned when Mike had asked her what she thought of his plan. Sure, the living room is a bit of a disaster with crayons and books and Barbies strewn about, and it’s only due to fast reflexes the beige carpet doesn’t have a giant splotch of blue nail polish on it, but all of them are still alive and the afternoon has basically become the evening. The worst is that she’s exhausted, groaning a bit and pushing loose hair away from her face before standing and surveying the fridge quickly.
“What about mushrooms?”
“Sure!”
Even though her back is turned, Tina’s pretty sure their voices together have rendered her partially deaf. They’re good kids, adventurous and cute, but Tina’s never really been a kid person. She’s okay with kids- it’s not like they hate her- but she’s just not good with them for long periods of time. Chalk it up to being an only child, or never babysitting, but kids are just a lot. Of everything. Most of which Tina generally is not.
Mike’s a kid person, more so than anyone Tina’s ever known, but the whole point of today had been for Sam and Mike to spend some bro time together just being guys without any tag-alongs; siblings or girlfriend. The twins are intently silent as she empties more pepperoni into the glass bowl, standing back to watch their progress. Mike really had gone through a lot of trouble to set today for Sam; convincing her had probably been the easiest task of them all, considering negotiating had been done while mostly naked and sweaty and Tina’s still pretty impressed with herself that she was coherent enough to demand a roller-rink date while Mike’s tongue was doing that, thank you very much.
Tina had even helped Mike to convince his parents to give them the whole house for the afternoon, which had been a lot harder than anticipated because Mr. Chang had basically outright asked them if it was so they could sleep together and Mrs. Chang had started ranting at Mike. She still doesn’t know what actually got said that day, and Tina’s pretty thankful because she’s certain she doesn’t want to know, but she had mostly tuned out the yelling because it had been, unexpectedly, really sexy the way Mike sounded while speaking Mandarin. His parents had given them the house, though, so whatever Mike said obviously convinced them they weren’t going to have wild sex everywhere. Been there done that anyways. And after that debacle it had basically just been convincing Sam that no, she really didn’t mind watching Stacey and Stevie for an afternoon while he and Mike degenerated into twelve-year-olds in the basement because it was his birthday and it was the least they could do. Mike had done most of the convincing, really, and she had just nodded a lot and smiled and generally tried to look like she wasn’t terrified of killing one of his siblings while in her care.
“Tiiiinnnaaaaaa”
“Yes,” she laughs, hand resting on Stacey’s back as she surveys the pizza, “I think it looks great, guys.”
“Does it need more cheese?”
“That’s your call, Stevie.”
“Sam likes cheese.”
“Then use the rest of the cheese up.”
She really hopes Sam likes cheese, grimacing a bit as the little boy dumps the rest of the bowl onto the pizza and messily spreads it around.
“Good! Stop! Stevie!”
“It’s fine, guys,” Tina pulls a pigtail and ruffles Stevie’s hair in the same motion, “I’ll put it in the oven while you two wash up.”
Pounding feet race across the laminate and Tina vaguely feels like she should yell at them not to run, but she wants today to be fun for them too. Living in a motel must suck when you’re six.
“What did the savages do to you?”
“Oh!”
Tina grins, shutting the oven door before turning to give Sam a little wave where he’s faltered near the Chang's kitchen table.
“Um, they wanted to use the face paints?”
“Dude what’s the- What the hell, Tee?”
“You said a bad word!” echoes down the hallway.
“You drew all over Tina!” Sam shouts back and Tina giggles as bit as she studies her reflection in the fridge.
“Did they tie you down?” Mike asks, moving forward and brushing a thumb over a doodle on her forearm.
“No,” she shrugs, “I just laid down and let them at it. It washes off. ”
“You let them?”
She sighs, passing Sam a Sprite despite his shocked face, barely visible beneath the shaggy cut of his fringe.
“I’m a walking art project now! It’s hip. They had fun. No harm.”
“You’re insane.”
“You…” Mike trails off, head cocked slightly to the side, “You’re going to be the coolest Mom, Tee.”
Tina has no idea why Sam's surprised she practically tackles Mike.
--
Sam’s the last out of the car and Tina notices the way that Mercedes loiters a few steps behind to wait for him instead of walking up with Mike and her and Rachel. Jesse had driven the other three to prom so it’s sort of a no-brainer that Mike would offer them a ride; it did sort of ruin Tina’s plans to direct Mike to a farmer’s field out of town so they could finish prom night under the stars, but she loves his big heart. And now that they’re heading across the parking lot to the ice cream café on the other side of town- the only place open at this time of night- Tina sort of likes how things are turning out. Because she’s got her boyfriend, who didn’t get thrown out of prom, and one of her best friends who looks to be walking awfully close to her boyfriend's best friend, and as much as Rachel can drive Tina batty, she does love her too.
Her mouth is halfway open to mention the door-holding thing to Mike, but Rachel starts up talking about how chivalrous of him it is and Tina’s really tempted to smack or slap the giant grin he has off his face. She’s never going to hear the end of it now, especially when Mercedes thanks him as well, purposely from the teasing smirk on her face, before slinging an arm around Tina’s shoulder.
“What are we having, ladies?”
Mercedes’ mood is nothing but absolutely giddy, smile from ear to ear as she and Rachel discuss the merits of strawberry and marshmallows or chocolate chip with raspberries mixed in. Mike and Sam are standing behind them, mostly out of sight, but not enough that Tina can’t see them talking in low tones, heads bent slightly together. It’s another case of wanting to say something- it’s the freaking story of her life tonight- but the way Sam’s shaggy hair shakes no as Mike’s slicked back hair motions yes tells her better. This is obviously something she’s not supposed to be seeing.
“What do you want, love?” Mike’s voice is deep and startling, but not unwelcome as his arm makes its way around her waist.
“The usual.”
“I like your usual.”
“I know,” Tina teases, finger trailing down his chest, “Maybe you can get a taste of it later?”
“Give it a break, you two!”
Tina knows Rachel is teasing, but it’s enough to break her out of the Mike-induced haze Tina seems to be in ever since that incredible kiss they shared while dancing. Which had continued down a hallway afterwards until Mr. Schue broke them up, again, and made them go back into the gym with a warning that he’d permanently separate them in Glee if they didn’t keep it PG. Sometimes it was really hard having such a hot boyfriend.
There’s a bubble gum ice cream cone placed in her hand suddenly and Tina realizes that while she’s been standing daydreaming of Mike, he’s not only ordered for her but paid as well and that damn grin is going to be the death of her. They might have gone Dutch on dinner, but he’s totally up two points now and he knows it.
“This means war.”
Rachel has already secured them a table, happily and very silently working on a chocolate chip cone, but Tina catches the funny look she gives them because yeah, she and Mike do sort of look like they’re idiots laughing and glaring at each other at the same time.
“Raspberries?”
“Strawberries! Mercedes and I decided it was the best of both worlds.”
“Smart.” Mike mumbles through a mouth of vanilla.
They’re the only ones in the shop so it’s pretty easy for Tina to hear the way Mercedes and Sam argue at the register, especially since they’re all to busy eating to actually talk. It’s not like she’s trying to overhear, but from the looks of it Mike totally is because his head ducks down further and turns slightly to the side and he becomes really, really interested in his cone. Way too interested for vanilla.
“Sam-”
“No, I’m getting it.”
“Bu-”
“The guy always pays on the first date, Mercedes.”
Tina bites her lip, hard, as Rachel’s free hand slaps over her mouth to muffle the squeal that’s inside because Tina feels that same urge. She really, really wants to squeal and grab Mercedes and just jump around for a while in excitement because if there’s anyone that deserves this, it’s her best friend. It’s rude but there’s no way she can not watch Sam pull a bill from his pocket and Mercedes’ smile is even bigger than it was before, hands wrapped around the cone Sam just handed her.
Mike’s still so enamoured in his ice cream that Tina reaches her free hand down to squeeze his thigh, meeting his startled gaze with a smile. When he smiles back, sort of goofy and hesitant and happy, eyes darting to Sam pulling out a chair for Mercedes, that Tina realizes what just happened. Why he and Sam were talking earlier, why Mike had been listening so closely, and why he didn’t seem at all surprised by what was going on between two of their best friends.
“Since we’re here, would anyone like to discuss song ideas for Nationals?”
“Rachel,” Sam groans, “Really? Now?”
It takes a bit of effort, especially in her heels, but Tina skids her chair over so she’s basically pressed right up against Mike and ignores the conversation in favour of leaning up to press a kiss right below Mike’s ear.
“You helped him do this for her, didn’t you?”
The shrug is nonchalant but it conveys everything Tina needs to know because he’s a romantic; she should have known that despite her nudging Mercedes in Sam’s direction for the last little while that it’d be Mike, behind the scenes, showing her up as a matchmaker. She really wants to leave for that field now.
Characters: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang, Sam Evans, Quinn Fabray, Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry, the rest of ND.
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Up to 2.20
Summary: Gossip just comes to Tina; especially when it's about her boyfriend's best friend.
I didn't judge the length of the 2nd part very well, but that just means it's longer than I planned!
They’ve never spoken much, ever, really, so when Quinn sidles up beside her locker during lunch Tina raises and eyebrow and pauses in pulling a book out of her bag.
“I know. And you know, so I was thinking maybe we could help Sam out.”
“Know what?” she tries, because Tina wouldn’t be surprised if this was part of some elaborate plan to get information out of her.
“About Sam’s… situation. He’s having a harder time than usual keeping up with school and I know you’re really good at History so…”
“I can do that.”
“Good,” Quinn smiles and she relaxes a bit, “I don’t know why Mike just didn’t ask you in the first place, but good.”
She’s pulling her brown bag out because really, it’s lunch and she needs to eat sooner than later, but Quinn’s definitely good at getting her attention back.
“What about Mike?”
“He’s the one that asked me if I’d help Sam with English. In a way that wouldn’t make him feel like we’re interfering more than we already are.”
“I didn’t know that…”
“Mike’s been helping him with math too. With everything else going on….”
“School’s not really a priority.” She finishes, squinting at the blonde.
“Understandably. Anyways, since you’ll see Mike first, can you let him know you’ll help? Saves me trying to track him down.”
“Sure thing, Quinn. No problem.”
Tina can’t argue that she’ll be seeing Mike first, but she definitely won’t be talking to him; more like kissing him senseless for being the most thoughtful friend, and therefore the sexiest boyfriend ever.
--
The moment Rachel brings up Sam, Tina can feel Mike tense beside her even though they’re not actually touching. That and the little roll of his head is everything she needs to know; they’d talked about this day coming, especially when everyone started getting suspicious and everything. She had hoped maybe it could be dealt with a bit more privately, but no, of course its got to be done in typical Glee club fashion. It’s hard not to speak up when everyone’s going off on Sam like they have a clue what he’s been going through, but if Mike and Kurt and Quinn aren’t biting, then she’s not going to either.
It’s Mike who goes after Sam, like it could really be anyone else, and honestly, Tina’s proud of the way Mike doesn’t even hesitate or look back. He’s just gone because Sam needs someone right now and if Sam trusted Mike enough to tell him from the start about what was going on, then it’s pretty obvious who needed to be there for him now.
The choir room is dead quiet and Tina knows there’s an ‘I told you so’ or something equally as snarky just begging to be released from Kurt’s lips, but now’s not the time. Lately, hopefully, because everyone deserves it for not trusting Sam. For not trusting each other; for jumping to conclusions and making a mess of everything. Everyone, but especially Mike had worked so keep Sam’s secret and be there for him unconditionally, and it still ended up in a flaming mess of suck. And if she feels like this then Mike’s probably feeling a thousand times worse; it's definitely turning out to be the kind of day DDR was invented to cure.
--
“Tina, can there be more cheese?”
“You can put on as much cheese as you want, Stacey.”
But she’s totally thinking that basically the two little blonde-haired children can put anything they want onto the pizza as long as it keeps them happy, entertained, and out of the rec room in the basement. Because the reverberating sound of shouting and cheering is loud enough sometimes to be heard in the kitchen, and every time Tina’s faced with two six-year-olds who are intent on going to see what the fuss is. And she can’t blame their curiosity, because she’s all kinds of curious about what game Mike and Sam are playing that has them so intense, but her mandate for the afternoon is pretty clear. It’s Sam’s day, so Sam gets a few free hours on a Saturday afternoon from having to play babysitter.
“I’ll get more pepperoni,” Tina mumbles to no one in particular as she scans the disaster that’s the Chang’s kitchen.
It’s not all that bad watching the twins; not the flaming disaster Tina first envisioned when Mike had asked her what she thought of his plan. Sure, the living room is a bit of a disaster with crayons and books and Barbies strewn about, and it’s only due to fast reflexes the beige carpet doesn’t have a giant splotch of blue nail polish on it, but all of them are still alive and the afternoon has basically become the evening. The worst is that she’s exhausted, groaning a bit and pushing loose hair away from her face before standing and surveying the fridge quickly.
“What about mushrooms?”
“Sure!”
Even though her back is turned, Tina’s pretty sure their voices together have rendered her partially deaf. They’re good kids, adventurous and cute, but Tina’s never really been a kid person. She’s okay with kids- it’s not like they hate her- but she’s just not good with them for long periods of time. Chalk it up to being an only child, or never babysitting, but kids are just a lot. Of everything. Most of which Tina generally is not.
Mike’s a kid person, more so than anyone Tina’s ever known, but the whole point of today had been for Sam and Mike to spend some bro time together just being guys without any tag-alongs; siblings or girlfriend. The twins are intently silent as she empties more pepperoni into the glass bowl, standing back to watch their progress. Mike really had gone through a lot of trouble to set today for Sam; convincing her had probably been the easiest task of them all, considering negotiating had been done while mostly naked and sweaty and Tina’s still pretty impressed with herself that she was coherent enough to demand a roller-rink date while Mike’s tongue was doing that, thank you very much.
Tina had even helped Mike to convince his parents to give them the whole house for the afternoon, which had been a lot harder than anticipated because Mr. Chang had basically outright asked them if it was so they could sleep together and Mrs. Chang had started ranting at Mike. She still doesn’t know what actually got said that day, and Tina’s pretty thankful because she’s certain she doesn’t want to know, but she had mostly tuned out the yelling because it had been, unexpectedly, really sexy the way Mike sounded while speaking Mandarin. His parents had given them the house, though, so whatever Mike said obviously convinced them they weren’t going to have wild sex everywhere. Been there done that anyways. And after that debacle it had basically just been convincing Sam that no, she really didn’t mind watching Stacey and Stevie for an afternoon while he and Mike degenerated into twelve-year-olds in the basement because it was his birthday and it was the least they could do. Mike had done most of the convincing, really, and she had just nodded a lot and smiled and generally tried to look like she wasn’t terrified of killing one of his siblings while in her care.
“Tiiiinnnaaaaaa”
“Yes,” she laughs, hand resting on Stacey’s back as she surveys the pizza, “I think it looks great, guys.”
“Does it need more cheese?”
“That’s your call, Stevie.”
“Sam likes cheese.”
“Then use the rest of the cheese up.”
She really hopes Sam likes cheese, grimacing a bit as the little boy dumps the rest of the bowl onto the pizza and messily spreads it around.
“Good! Stop! Stevie!”
“It’s fine, guys,” Tina pulls a pigtail and ruffles Stevie’s hair in the same motion, “I’ll put it in the oven while you two wash up.”
Pounding feet race across the laminate and Tina vaguely feels like she should yell at them not to run, but she wants today to be fun for them too. Living in a motel must suck when you’re six.
“What did the savages do to you?”
“Oh!”
Tina grins, shutting the oven door before turning to give Sam a little wave where he’s faltered near the Chang's kitchen table.
“Um, they wanted to use the face paints?”
“Dude what’s the- What the hell, Tee?”
“You said a bad word!” echoes down the hallway.
“You drew all over Tina!” Sam shouts back and Tina giggles as bit as she studies her reflection in the fridge.
“Did they tie you down?” Mike asks, moving forward and brushing a thumb over a doodle on her forearm.
“No,” she shrugs, “I just laid down and let them at it. It washes off. ”
“You let them?”
She sighs, passing Sam a Sprite despite his shocked face, barely visible beneath the shaggy cut of his fringe.
“I’m a walking art project now! It’s hip. They had fun. No harm.”
“You’re insane.”
“You…” Mike trails off, head cocked slightly to the side, “You’re going to be the coolest Mom, Tee.”
Tina has no idea why Sam's surprised she practically tackles Mike.
--
Sam’s the last out of the car and Tina notices the way that Mercedes loiters a few steps behind to wait for him instead of walking up with Mike and her and Rachel. Jesse had driven the other three to prom so it’s sort of a no-brainer that Mike would offer them a ride; it did sort of ruin Tina’s plans to direct Mike to a farmer’s field out of town so they could finish prom night under the stars, but she loves his big heart. And now that they’re heading across the parking lot to the ice cream café on the other side of town- the only place open at this time of night- Tina sort of likes how things are turning out. Because she’s got her boyfriend, who didn’t get thrown out of prom, and one of her best friends who looks to be walking awfully close to her boyfriend's best friend, and as much as Rachel can drive Tina batty, she does love her too.
Her mouth is halfway open to mention the door-holding thing to Mike, but Rachel starts up talking about how chivalrous of him it is and Tina’s really tempted to smack or slap the giant grin he has off his face. She’s never going to hear the end of it now, especially when Mercedes thanks him as well, purposely from the teasing smirk on her face, before slinging an arm around Tina’s shoulder.
“What are we having, ladies?”
Mercedes’ mood is nothing but absolutely giddy, smile from ear to ear as she and Rachel discuss the merits of strawberry and marshmallows or chocolate chip with raspberries mixed in. Mike and Sam are standing behind them, mostly out of sight, but not enough that Tina can’t see them talking in low tones, heads bent slightly together. It’s another case of wanting to say something- it’s the freaking story of her life tonight- but the way Sam’s shaggy hair shakes no as Mike’s slicked back hair motions yes tells her better. This is obviously something she’s not supposed to be seeing.
“What do you want, love?” Mike’s voice is deep and startling, but not unwelcome as his arm makes its way around her waist.
“The usual.”
“I like your usual.”
“I know,” Tina teases, finger trailing down his chest, “Maybe you can get a taste of it later?”
“Give it a break, you two!”
Tina knows Rachel is teasing, but it’s enough to break her out of the Mike-induced haze Tina seems to be in ever since that incredible kiss they shared while dancing. Which had continued down a hallway afterwards until Mr. Schue broke them up, again, and made them go back into the gym with a warning that he’d permanently separate them in Glee if they didn’t keep it PG. Sometimes it was really hard having such a hot boyfriend.
There’s a bubble gum ice cream cone placed in her hand suddenly and Tina realizes that while she’s been standing daydreaming of Mike, he’s not only ordered for her but paid as well and that damn grin is going to be the death of her. They might have gone Dutch on dinner, but he’s totally up two points now and he knows it.
“This means war.”
Rachel has already secured them a table, happily and very silently working on a chocolate chip cone, but Tina catches the funny look she gives them because yeah, she and Mike do sort of look like they’re idiots laughing and glaring at each other at the same time.
“Raspberries?”
“Strawberries! Mercedes and I decided it was the best of both worlds.”
“Smart.” Mike mumbles through a mouth of vanilla.
They’re the only ones in the shop so it’s pretty easy for Tina to hear the way Mercedes and Sam argue at the register, especially since they’re all to busy eating to actually talk. It’s not like she’s trying to overhear, but from the looks of it Mike totally is because his head ducks down further and turns slightly to the side and he becomes really, really interested in his cone. Way too interested for vanilla.
“Sam-”
“No, I’m getting it.”
“Bu-”
“The guy always pays on the first date, Mercedes.”
Tina bites her lip, hard, as Rachel’s free hand slaps over her mouth to muffle the squeal that’s inside because Tina feels that same urge. She really, really wants to squeal and grab Mercedes and just jump around for a while in excitement because if there’s anyone that deserves this, it’s her best friend. It’s rude but there’s no way she can not watch Sam pull a bill from his pocket and Mercedes’ smile is even bigger than it was before, hands wrapped around the cone Sam just handed her.
Mike’s still so enamoured in his ice cream that Tina reaches her free hand down to squeeze his thigh, meeting his startled gaze with a smile. When he smiles back, sort of goofy and hesitant and happy, eyes darting to Sam pulling out a chair for Mercedes, that Tina realizes what just happened. Why he and Sam were talking earlier, why Mike had been listening so closely, and why he didn’t seem at all surprised by what was going on between two of their best friends.
“Since we’re here, would anyone like to discuss song ideas for Nationals?”
“Rachel,” Sam groans, “Really? Now?”
It takes a bit of effort, especially in her heels, but Tina skids her chair over so she’s basically pressed right up against Mike and ignores the conversation in favour of leaning up to press a kiss right below Mike’s ear.
“You helped him do this for her, didn’t you?”
The shrug is nonchalant but it conveys everything Tina needs to know because he’s a romantic; she should have known that despite her nudging Mercedes in Sam’s direction for the last little while that it’d be Mike, behind the scenes, showing her up as a matchmaker. She really wants to leave for that field now.