"No, I mean I get it why you wouldn't wanna just date me," says Radar, settling into a quiet, glum resignation. He drops his gaze to the table. "I know I'm not... you know. I don't look like most of the other guys around here. I'm short and I don't got too many muscles and, and I can't see six inches in front of my nose if you took my glasses off, plus my hair's..."

He gestures, a little helplessly, toward the hat that hides the bald patches on his head.

"I get it, honest."