"Kinda came out that way, though." He followed her and sat further away than he normally would, messing with the hem of his jacket. Seiya really didn't know how to react. And the fact talking to his father about it ended it total disaster. "Look I..."
He began but stopped himself short and looked everywhere else but her. "I... Don't really know how this works and sometimes feel like I'm never good enough for anyone, so I push them away and poke fun at emotions when really... I just want to be something someone feels worthy enough to be around." Yes that sounded scripted and rehearsed, he couldn't help it. Writing it was the only way he could get through it without getting angry at the world and punching something.