"Yeah," he replies, pulling out the word with a wince. "Sorry about that. Look, we don't have to keep, uh, talking about it. If you don't want to. We can just talk about, um," he flounders for a minute in search of an appropriately casual topic of discussion, "sports?"

Of course. They can just transition from their discussion of drug-dealing and genocide and redemption and just shift it along so they can talk about sports. Daniel doesn't know anything about sports. Daniel doesn't even know if Seth knows anything about sports. Daniel doesn't care about sports. Does Seth even remotely care about sports? Why on earth would he suggest sports. How is that the first thing his allegedly vast vocabulary provided.

"Or, or, you know," he amends, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with pinched fingers, "something else. Anything else. God."