[Lars's heart skips a beat when she nudges him, getting butterflies from all of her physical badgering. It's annoyingly cute. Biting back his temptation to touch her back, since he's the king of escalation, Lars kind of just lightly grips the fabric of his jeans. It gets him to look at her again, though.
He thinks about what she says, though—because Lars doesn't think that's necessarily true. For someone who's so lonely and insecure, Lars doesn't do a lot to make his personality inviting or endearing—all he relies on his humor and his image to get people to like him, which, surprise, hasn't gotten him very far. But it's easier to be prickly than to be...
Well, like Sadie.
Lars gives a weak shrug, not sure if he agrees. But he smiles. He kind of hates that she's so good at this, because it just makes his ache go deeper.]
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He thinks about what she says, though—because Lars doesn't think that's necessarily true. For someone who's so lonely and insecure, Lars doesn't do a lot to make his personality inviting or endearing—all he relies on his humor and his image to get people to like him, which, surprise, hasn't gotten him very far. But it's easier to be prickly than to be...
Well, like Sadie.
Lars gives a weak shrug, not sure if he agrees. But he smiles. He kind of hates that she's so good at this, because it just makes his ache go deeper.]
Yeah? Well... Be sure to point them out to me.