“Well. For your sake, m… more than my own. I don’t want to not be friends with any of yours… well. Um. Besides… besides the villains. I’m sorry I… can’t be friends with people like that…” he stammered, looking down at his hands.
“I’m only friends with one villain and he’s sort of a sweetie,” she replied, hands falling to envelop his. “But this is great! I’m so glad you want to try. I’m sure all of my friends will love you.”
There was just one important thing she needed to arrange before all these friend dates happened.
“I. I hope they do but. I’m still a little…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Scared. Why was he so scared? The loss of Sally, a woman who he thought of something like a friend had hurt. He hated pain, he hated feeling it, no matter if it was emotional or physical.
He pushed on. “B, but yeah. I’m. Willing to try.”
Jack Maple 