"No, you go on. I'll wait here. I don’t mean to drag you down."
"You never do! Sometimes you remind me to slow up. I need that. Here."
"Thanks. I just get tired so easily. I hate it."
"I don’t. You’re comfy to lean on when we sit together. Like this."
"Ow. Hey, ow."
"Sorry, did that hurt?"
"I bruise too easily, too… And the acne? At my age? How do you even look at me?"
"Because those aren’t the things I stare at. Honey, I’ve never even noticed."
"People are always judging at me when we walk together. You have to notice that. It has to weigh on you."
"I haven’t noticed it weighing. But it bothers you?"
"Really. What would you change about me?"
"Well… Some of your anxieties could go."
"Only some? My bitching alone--"
"—could be scaled back. I couldn’t get rid of all the flaws altogether, though. Then you wouldn’t be you anymore."