Dennis stared down at Justin, his brow furrowed in consternation but after a few moments he slowly sat back down. He hugged his knees to his chest. "So you go around and... you think about whether or not people are cute or not..." he looked at Justin sharply, "and if they're not cute what then? You decide not to hang out with them?" He didn't mean to be quite so defensive but all his life he and his brother had been 'creepy' and kids like Justin, pretty kids, brushed them off like dead weight off a sinking ship.