“dude, come on! what more could i want? you’ve got a great body, killer style, and you’re the funniest guy i know. you always make me laugh, like, always! no one makes me laugh like you do. and you’re so smart. you are — without a doubt — the smartest person i’ve ever met.”
kit couldn’t feel his face. he had no idea what kind of expression he was wearing.
“you’re perfect, dude. like, everything about you.”
nate said that so easily. so easily that he couldn’t possibly mean it. not the way that kit wanted him to. of course not. kit snapped out of it — a hard crash back into reality. obviously, he’d asked nate to tell him what his perfect “guy” was, because he hadn’t rephrased the question. and clearly nate was having fun with it.
ouch.
