There's an awkward silence between us. His fingers tap nervously on his thighs, covered by those tight, white cargos. He finally clears his throat, 'Look, about all that... stuff,' he stammers, 'it was dumb. And, uh, I really didn't mean to bully you. Plus, I... well, I kinda like you. Got a problem with that?'
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