"Riight. Whatever you say." He said with a shrug as he pulled himself up and scooped up the puppy. "You really just...keep thinking all of that." He was just not going to worry about it.

"But sometimes the test isn't telling you anything. Some people are not going to be fast runners, or skilled...anything. Like Mitchell. Mitchell is just..." Well, Mitchell. There wasn't anything else he could say about that.