I’m being awkward, aren’t I? [he pouts a little, hanging his head as he peeks up at you from underneath his bangs] I’m glad to hear you’re doing well, though. [he looks up again, nibbling on his lip a little as he tries to think of an answer] Pretty good, actually. The brain thing doesn’t really bother me all that much, so yeah [nods] I’m doing pretty well. Um, wanna hang out? Like— well we already are, but do something fun, I mean. [laughs sheepishly]
I mean, yeah? (shrugs again, a little more concerted this time, shaking his head some) But it’s okay. I’m basically the king of being awkward for no reason, so. It doesn’t bother me. If you need to be awkward, go right on ahead. (and his grin grows exponentially; he thinks he’s trying to be comforting, though whether or not he’s doing well at that is up for debate. not the most sensitive child, after all. he reaches up and drums at his lower lip with two fingers, apparently lost in thought; when he snaps back to reality a little blush dusts itself across his cheeks) Huh– Yeah. Definitely. What d'you wanna do?