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I don't explain anything to anyone under the age of sixteen. It's not them, it's me. I am terrible at it.

I get the picture. You don't want me to. I'll stop. Do you have to reason with a lot of people to knock shit off that makes you uncomfortable?

I have brothers, and I don't like feeling like I'm be made fun of.

...I'm not making fun of you. You don't need to give me a reason to stop. You can just tell me to put a sock in it.

[He's... not?]

And you're not just doing to make me feel better?

I'm not in the habit of pity.

Oh... I...

In the face of everything it doesn't feel comfortable for me.

You say stop, I stop. End of story.

Or is that your way of telling me to pretend in public, and keep others from doing it too?

What? I...

[Is that a thing?]

Other than you and my ex, no one has ever hit on me before.

Okay...sounds fake but okay.

Yes. That is a thing. That is a thing that my brothers used to do because they are asshole cockblockers.

I'm not lying. Until recently I didn't socialize much, and then there was Maine and now... You are the second person to ever hit on me that I've ever noticed.

I'm sure someone else has. You're...
[Cute]
The kind of guy people hit on.

I'm really not. I'm quiet. I don't smile much. And I shy away from people out of fear of being hurt. I'm not social, and thus no one has...

Wait... Well... there was this guy at Errera when I turned twenty-one and Meg took me. This guy... groped me. I guess that counts. And the woman the most recent time. It was too loud. I turned my aids off. She... must have asked me something, because by the time I noticed her she was shouting and insulting me.

Delta. If you think that's flirting...I think you just haven't noticed.

I really never interacted with people much. I took care of kids, did grocery shopping and other chores, but mostly, until about seven months ago, I spent the vast majority of my time in my home.

You need to get out more.

I used to be told that. I tried it. I believe you heard, at length, how that went when I was drunk.

I even imagine that you're quite tired of hearing it now.

How many other people did you meet before your ex? Do not lock yourself up in a lab and pine, I have seen where that road leads and it is nowhere you want to go.

That I speak to? Very few. But that isn't the point.

I need to provide for my family. There isn't really much reason to head out into the world. This road is... sufficient.

Okay, if you don't want to avoid well-meaning brothers dragging you out to the bar, getting drunk, getting kicked out for fighting, and then getting arrested for breaking into the asshole neighbor's house because you thought you were just too drunk to work a key.

Are we still on?

You REALLY need to tell me more stories. But...

Yeah. We're on.

I'll try to come up with more stories for you.

Meet at Eagle and Asp maybe... Nine?

I can do that. 💚

Okay, the audio player in my helmet played a chipper tune just then.

I wondered what would happen if I tried that.

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