"I know, right? What are the odds?"

He was smiling now-- pretty steadily, actually.

For now, he could forget the urge to keep an eye on his surroundings. He could at least try to ignore the desire to find a clock to glance at.

Because this, right here, was part of the reason that he was doing all the things that made him want to glance over his shoulder and keep track of time. --It was in a roundabout way, but still true.