“Not really,” Clyde deadpanned, just staring at the redhead. “It shouldn’t be a big deal. I mean, so what if they love you? If you don’t return the feelings, then that sucks for the other person.”
Then he remembered that Kyle wasn’t asked out almost every single day. Girls didn’t exactly flock him or continuously write him love letters. “I-I mean, yeah, having to turn people down is the worst. It really makes you feel guilty.”
He frowns up a little at the contradiction, but drawls out a slow, “Yeeeah...,” not bothering to think all that hard on it. It’s not like he has a key guide for his aversion, it just happens, has been for a while now and he blames his bad luck for the most part. It’s not hard to envision the future. Probably a fuckton of some pet to foster his attention after his reluctant return home from shoddy tinder dates with a few rare hook ups.
He’s just not good at snagging up or maintaining relationships, and just, it is what it is.
“I just sort of feel like anyone who’s had it bad, you know, from both ends gets it. Like, okay, yeah it sucks, but god, in this fucking town? You have to see them every day unless you just become a recluse. Everyone knows everyone’s business.”