"Like -- oh, gee, I dunno," he groans, and lets go of Helga's mane so he can fold his arms on top of her back and thump his head into them. "Forget it. It's dumb, I shouldn'ta said anything."
A pause.
He lifts his head and goes on, like he never said forget it to begin with, "Only it's Laios. Dahlia's going steady with him too. And Daisy, but that don't bother me so much, but Laios, he's -- " Radar breaks off with a small, frustrated noise. "He's so nice, you know? And he's tall and he's a real-for-real knight and you wouldn't believe how good a cook he is, and I'm thinking, well, he's got everything I got but even more and better, so why's Dahlia even bothering with me, you know?"
It sounds pathetic even to him. How can he still be thinking like this when he and Dahlia -- when they -- they're together, for Pete's sake, he knows she likes him, but tell that to his bruised-up heart that still spooks at every other shadow. Oh, he really hates himself sometimes.
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A pause.
He lifts his head and goes on, like he never said forget it to begin with, "Only it's Laios. Dahlia's going steady with him too. And Daisy, but that don't bother me so much, but Laios, he's -- " Radar breaks off with a small, frustrated noise. "He's so nice, you know? And he's tall and he's a real-for-real knight and you wouldn't believe how good a cook he is, and I'm thinking, well, he's got everything I got but even more and better, so why's Dahlia even bothering with me, you know?"
It sounds pathetic even to him. How can he still be thinking like this when he and Dahlia -- when they -- they're together, for Pete's sake, he knows she likes him, but tell that to his bruised-up heart that still spooks at every other shadow. Oh, he really hates himself sometimes.