"2006," he says, eyes on the screen until it comes back to life and he breathes a sigh of relief. Brow furrowed, he turns his gaze back to David while the phone loads. "I already told you how old I am. And, yes, I lied at first, but I told you that, too. Nobody in LA is as old as they say they are the first time. Twenty-six. I am twenty-six, okay?"