[Not that he'd say it aloud, but the message shakes him up slightly. Contempt, sure, but he doesn't blame himself for that - one can only be stabbed so many times before thoughts turn sour. But conceit, smugness?
He hadn't been making a jab when he said it was sad to see her talent go to waste.
He almost doesn't answer. It's not worth it. People can think what they want, and it's no business of his. But even then-]
I've never been 'too good' to associate with anybody. Too weird. Too awkward. Too anxious. We weren't friends, Susie. Back then I wished we were.
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He hadn't been making a jab when he said it was sad to see her talent go to waste.
He almost doesn't answer. It's not worth it. People can think what they want, and it's no business of his. But even then-]
I've never been 'too good' to associate with anybody. Too weird. Too awkward. Too anxious. We weren't friends, Susie. Back then I wished we were.