[why not? actually, that's a very good question. he never used to think about whether or not he was being pretentious, before. he just wrote. but now people critique him about such things, and he began to find that he was starting to care. he shouldn't, though. he can practically hear Henry reading him the riot act for even considering acting on other people's opinions]
You know, you're right. Thank you.
[he offers her a tight, but not quite awkward smile, eyes lingering. he's always been a bit of a creeper in that regard: he stares at a lot of things, especially pretty women. he can't help it, there weren't many of them in his life until fairly recently]
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You know, you're right. Thank you.
[he offers her a tight, but not quite awkward smile, eyes lingering. he's always been a bit of a creeper in that regard: he stares at a lot of things, especially pretty women. he can't help it, there weren't many of them in his life until fairly recently]