[Lars's stomach twists. He kind of got the information he wanted. He feels weirdly like his feeling of being a lost cause has been affirmed, though it's largely his imagination.]
...Yeah.
—No, you know what, people are always hard. I hate people.
[Lars tilts his head against his knees again, kind of angrily squishing his cheek. He's only half serious... He loves (some) people, he just sucks at getting close to them.]
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...Yeah.
—No, you know what, people are always hard. I hate people.
[Lars tilts his head against his knees again, kind of angrily squishing his cheek. He's only half serious... He loves (some) people, he just sucks at getting close to them.]