[The bottle? Cassidy lifts his eyebrows toward it, then picks it up and holds it in Matt's direction. He'd always intended to share.

When his hand is free again, he scratches lightly at his own cheek. An idle, self-conscious gesture.]

More like most people don't believe me, even when I do say it out loud to their face. [He crosses his arms.] Blessing and a curse, that — bein' able to hide in plain sight. I mean. I don't go shoutin' it from the rafters, but. Call it an open secret between mates.