"You aren't good at making friends? But you're so-" Marcie stopped, trying to find the right word. Kind? Generous? Friendly? Hot? "I mean, like, I guess we learn a lot growing up, and things change. Moving around so much must have been hard on you. I know what it's like to not have any friends." She reached out to touch his arm, wanting to give physical reassurance in some way, but knowing it wasn't the way the alcohol in her brain was telling her to do it. "You're really lovely, you know?"
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