“Yeah. You know. Pity. I don’t need you to tell me that you think I’m handsome. I know it’s not...” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “It’s just... not.”
He squinted at her, frowning slightly. “It’s... it doesn’t..” He sighed, obviously frustrated with what he was trying to say, struggling with the words.
His brow furrowed and he shook his head. “It’s not true,” he told her sternly. “I know it isn’t. I don’t.... want to talk about this.”
“You’re just trying to be kind,” he told her, his voice gentle. He leaned down and kissed her cheek lightly. “And I do appreciate it. But you don’t need to worry about me.”
“It just...” He sighed, turning to look at her, obviously conflicted. “I can’t believe it. As much as I try, it’s just...I can’t. You can tell me all you want, but it’s just very hard for me to believe that someone like you would think that someone like me...” He trailed off before shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
"It just... It's not an equation that makes sense in my head. I'm not able to believe you," he told her quietly. "It's like if someone you love tells you constantly that 2+0=15. You know that it's not true, but you want to believe it because it's them but... You just can't. And eventually, you just get frustrated."
He laughed lightly, shaking his head. "God. Please don't be sorry, baby. You're trying to be good to me, as always."
"You treat me far better than I deserve," he told her quietly, lifting her head with his free hand. "Please don't worry. Okay?"
She gave him a quick kiss. "From the people I've seen, I know that you should deserve the best. There are a lot worse out there."
"There's a lot better, too," he told her quietly, his hand idly brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "But don't worry. Everything's okay. Let's go sit down, alright?"
