Merri-Go-Round:
That’s great. I’m really proud of you.
Dots bounced on the screen and then stopped. It went on long enough I could tell he’d typed something and deleted it.
Merri-Go-Round:
Since when are you shy with me? What were you going to say?
ShyGuy25:
It’s nothing. Honestly. I just couldn’t remember the last time someone told me they were proud of me.
Merri-Go-Round:
Well, that’s a shame. You work hard. You’re kind and gentle. You’re a good man, I can tell. You deserve someone in your life who tells you how proud they are.
ShyGuy25:
Maybe it’s you.
Merri-Go-Round:
Me?
ShyGuy25:
Maybe you bring it out in me. The goodness and kindness.
Merri-Go-Round:
I don’t believe that. You’ve been the same sweet guy since I met you. So the math doesn’t math.
ShyGuy25:
Math is gross.
Merri-Go-Round:
Facts. It’s clearly an instrument of the devil.
ShyGuy25:
Hey, don’t put that on him. He gets blamed for all the bad things.
Merri-Go-Round:
. . . he’s the devil . . . King of Bad Things.
ShyGuy25:
hear me out
Merri-Go-Round:
Fine, I’m listening.
ShyGuy25: