[He bites his tongue, intentionally holding back that he wanted to talk about more than studying or lunch or whatever else they normally did talk about. It was mundane. Especially when the whole universe was before them now.] Since when is looking 'good' a part of it? All of this time we've been judged on an intellectual basis, excuse me if I find the physical part a bit daunting. I didn't care about that stuff because I didn't have to. Now I just feel stuck.
You know, I don't remember asking you to keep an eye on me. If my rambling, ridiculous face, and constant need to daydream puts you off that much, then feel free to go and find a more like-minded individual that'll keep you happy. I don't know how you've managed to suffer through our friendship for so long.