"...sort of." It's complicated. "Well, no. Not really."

Wandering a little closer, he sits on the edge of a bench and rests his elbows on his knees. "I went to regular school up until my master found me, and then I was just his apprentice and he taught me. 'Till recently. He had...um. Some business. And I was on my own in New York. I mean, until he finishes up and comes back for me. Only I guess he's not likely to come here."

Truth is, Danny's pretty sure he's been dumped and his master's not coming back, no matter where he is, but you don't open a conversation with that.