[ They're just "okay". They're not a bunch of people he particularly cares to allow any closer to him than he's already forced to have them - feeling the bursts and fits of their emotions, the subtle hints of what hides below the surface, knowing they're always privy to some part of his loud, abrasive mind. It's what pushes him away from them. What he fights back against, because he never need anybody before and sure as hell doesn't need them now. ]
Too much. So, what kind of tunes do you know? [ Awkwardawkwardawkward. ]
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[ They're just "okay". They're not a bunch of people he particularly cares to allow any closer to him than he's already forced to have them - feeling the bursts and fits of their emotions, the subtle hints of what hides below the surface, knowing they're always privy to some part of his loud, abrasive mind. It's what pushes him away from them. What he fights back against, because he never need anybody before and sure as hell doesn't need them now. ]
Too much. So, what kind of tunes do you know? [ Awkwardawkwardawkward. ]