"Whatever," she scoffed. "I knew you wouldn't get it. You're just an old fogey anyway." Her words pierced his heart like a ballista, the same ones he'd shouted when his own father had forbidden him from attending a Torsioned Brother concert. It couldn't be true. He couldn't be a fogey. He was still young! Still hip and with it! It would have hurt less if she'd said she hated him.