[Being right is a strange feeling, here, because now he knows something he feels like he shouldn't, and part of him thinks he should say something about it, maybe at least that he knows what it feels like, but he wouldn't want someone in his business like that. He'd probably get his hackles up if someone tried to relate to him when he didn't ask for it, especially about things that are painful.
He's distracted enough by this line of thought that he ends up being noticeably delayed in answering, and he rubs his neck a little uncomfortably, suddenly wrong-footed in this conversation.]
You think? Never played much, honestly. Parties weren't really my thing, in school.
[This is, perhaps, slowly painting a picture of his own, albeit unintentionally. Someone who didn't do sports, wasn't really into parties, who ultimately dropped out of school. So -- the delinquent, the one who drifted through life without much in the way of ambition or goals. He'd have been content to be like that all the way into adulthood, if it hadn't all fallen apart.]
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He's distracted enough by this line of thought that he ends up being noticeably delayed in answering, and he rubs his neck a little uncomfortably, suddenly wrong-footed in this conversation.]
You think? Never played much, honestly. Parties weren't really my thing, in school.
[This is, perhaps, slowly painting a picture of his own, albeit unintentionally. Someone who didn't do sports, wasn't really into parties, who ultimately dropped out of school. So -- the delinquent, the one who drifted through life without much in the way of ambition or goals. He'd have been content to be like that all the way into adulthood, if it hadn't all fallen apart.]