[The sincerity is killing him, and he's both flattered and doubtful. It isn't like they know what kind of people he hangs out with, or what people really think. Just...what they think. What they think is good enough, really, when he's here next to them and feeling the warmth of their body, hearing the sweetness of their words. Everyone else, who cares? Not him right now.
Sort of like how he knows he should shower, just in case, and how he should really fucking buy some actual lubricant, but he just wants to stay here beside them.]
I think you're biased... [He sounds charmed, though, for sure. And,] They're gonna like you, too.
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Sort of like how he knows he should shower, just in case, and how he should really fucking buy some actual lubricant, but he just wants to stay here beside them.]
I think you're biased... [He sounds charmed, though, for sure. And,] They're gonna like you, too.
[ha]