“Is it…annoying that I do that?” His eyes find mine and he tilts his head, searching for something in my face. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you insecure before.” My cheeks flush. “I am a human.” “Debatable. Who told you it was annoying?” Okay, well, he wasn’t supposed to ask that. Or perceive that even. “Just a person.” “Clearly a shitty person to try to tear down something unique about you.” He looks upset.
