"You don't fit in? You're bright, personable, charming, outgoing..." Sophie frowned, wondering how he could be having trouble. Absently, her fingers threaded through his hair while she thought. "Is it the magic thing?"
When he talked about Nate, she groaned inwardly, all-too-easily being able to picture how Nate was. "I can see how things with your father might be awkward. He doesn't what, love?"