[He repeats what she'd told him those few days ago, glancing up from his hands to meet her eyes. He's trying to read her face, use what he knows of her to determine exactly how telling her might affect their friendship. He still cares for her, even after everything he'd told Roxy about how that wouldn't be a good idea.
So he just exhales through his nose and shakes his head. It's better to be honest if he wants to let himself get closer to her, he knows that. It's just difficult.]
Have I told you about how... I was part of Hope's Peak Academy's Reserve Course? How I was so plain, so ordinary, someone so completely bereft of talent I was considered less than trash?
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[He repeats what she'd told him those few days ago, glancing up from his hands to meet her eyes. He's trying to read her face, use what he knows of her to determine exactly how telling her might affect their friendship. He still cares for her, even after everything he'd told Roxy about how that wouldn't be a good idea.
So he just exhales through his nose and shakes his head. It's better to be honest if he wants to let himself get closer to her, he knows that. It's just difficult.]
Have I told you about how... I was part of Hope's Peak Academy's Reserve Course? How I was so plain, so ordinary, someone so completely bereft of talent I was considered less than trash?