Except that Casey is straight. And so, as far as he knows, is Dan. So he just drinks his own beer, and makes a quip about the Yankees lineup, and waits for some kind of unmistakable sign.

Oh my heart! Poor boys!

This was wonderful! I loved Casey's discussion with himself about the socks, and how the story becomes all about yearning and denial. Thanks so much--there's such a sad lack of SP, and this made me smile!