There it was. Confusion over a name. The same confusion that Owen only had through the aid of his husband, one which he couldn't feel quite the same way as everyone else. Or maybe it was just backwards for him now, the name he should be clinging to remaining the awkward and unfamiliar where it apparently used to fit like a glove.

"Lucky man," said Owen. While he didn't intend to be overly cryptic, it sounded kind of cool like that, so he decided not to elaborate. It helped that he wasn't even sure where he would begin if he even tried to, and he couldn't shake the anxiousness off about consequences for talking about it in the first place...

Really, it was just easier to not explain himself. Doing so, he pushed through and held out a hand. "Owen Bates. Guess that makes you one of us, then." Figuring it out wasn't rocket science; just the fact that Jonas had initiated conversation in the first place told Owen all he needed to know about that.