[oh, hey. Daichi blinks - it really was just a joke, Joe, come on - and hmm. he doesn't know what to say immediately; sure, he's good at some things—driving! and... community service! but he's never been able to shake the feeling that there's something about him that will always be inherently less impressive than the rest of their friends. like an actual, immutable thing about him no matter how much he actually does improve himself. there are plenty of reasons...
but, uh, Joe probably doesn't want to be convinced that Daichi's casual self-deprecation is totally correct. he glances away from Joe's gaze, but covers his hand with one of his own. hmm.]
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but, uh, Joe probably doesn't want to be convinced that Daichi's casual self-deprecation is totally correct. he glances away from Joe's gaze, but covers his hand with one of his own. hmm.]
C'mon... do we have to talk about this right now?