[He shifts uncomfortably, and some of the irritation fades away in favor of just awkwardness. They keep going on about how nice he is, what a good guy he is, and he knows he's NOT, but--
--but he's going to lose his grip if he keeps obsessing over that. He can feel it a little as his hair starts to turn gray, but he takes a deep breath. It's enough for him to refocus, and his hair floofs back up brown.
What does he say though? He rubs the back of his neck and searches for words.]
...Thanks, I guess? People don't usually say stuff like that about me so...it's nice of you, I guess.
[There. It's nice of them to say it, but that doesn't mean they're right. He can handle that much.]
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[He shifts uncomfortably, and some of the irritation fades away in favor of just awkwardness. They keep going on about how nice he is, what a good guy he is, and he knows he's NOT, but--
--but he's going to lose his grip if he keeps obsessing over that. He can feel it a little as his hair starts to turn gray, but he takes a deep breath. It's enough for him to refocus, and his hair floofs back up brown.
What does he say though? He rubs the back of his neck and searches for words.]
...Thanks, I guess? People don't usually say stuff like that about me so...it's nice of you, I guess.
[There. It's nice of them to say it, but that doesn't mean they're right. He can handle that much.]