"Y-Yeah...it's a little weird. Without music I mean. I guess I'm just..."
He lowers his head slightly, bashfully. Finally, he just out and says it.
"I'm sure someone like you can find a more suitable dance partner. Anyone would probably be a better partner than me. I mean...I'm just..."
He fumbles, looking for a way to explain it. She's this beautiful princess. If they were ever at a ball together (good luck getting Darin to go to one) he's sure guys would be tripping over themselves to dance with her. And here he is, some schmuck half-dressed in a hospital room holding her by the waist and the hand (and for some reason it's making his heart pound like a piston?) trying to prove that he can be counted among a group of people he used to go out of his way to showcase how little he wanted to do with them.
Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he found himself hating classism for an entirely new (and barely understood) reason.
"I'm just..."
He can't find the words. He's just what? He's clumsy and awkward? Easily goaded and riled? Loud and prone to explosions? Proud and self-loathing at the same time?
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He lowers his head slightly, bashfully. Finally, he just out and says it.
"I'm sure someone like you can find a more suitable dance partner. Anyone would probably be a better partner than me. I mean...I'm just..."
He fumbles, looking for a way to explain it. She's this beautiful princess. If they were ever at a ball together (good luck getting Darin to go to one) he's sure guys would be tripping over themselves to dance with her. And here he is, some schmuck half-dressed in a hospital room holding her by the waist and the hand (and for some reason it's making his heart pound like a piston?) trying to prove that he can be counted among a group of people he used to go out of his way to showcase how little he wanted to do with them.
Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he found himself hating classism for an entirely new (and barely understood) reason.
"I'm just..."
He can't find the words. He's just what? He's clumsy and awkward? Easily goaded and riled? Loud and prone to explosions? Proud and self-loathing at the same time?
"...Me."