[ He's not going to laugh. She'd think the joke was on her, and there's not much Krouse wants less than that coming out of this conversation. He does smile, quick and sharp and bright, like a stray bolt of light glinting off polished armour. ]
Not at all.
[ She shouldn't want to be his friend any more than anyone else should, but telling her that would be like laughing. She wouldn't get it. Lately, he's been working on not making everything about himself. It'd be a shame to fuck that up when it counts. ]
You've got baggage. Who doesn't? [ He shrugs, light and loose. ] I'm really not seeing what's supposed to be so horrible about you, to be honest.
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Not at all.
[ She shouldn't want to be his friend any more than anyone else should, but telling her that would be like laughing. She wouldn't get it. Lately, he's been working on not making everything about himself. It'd be a shame to fuck that up when it counts. ]
You've got baggage. Who doesn't? [ He shrugs, light and loose. ] I'm really not seeing what's supposed to be so horrible about you, to be honest.