“what? different how? cause i’m a boy? if i need to learn how to paint fingernails, i will.” leaning down, trying to make her look at him. he’s serious about it even though he looks half amused, trying to make light of this conversation before it goes downhill again. “i don’t want to hang out with anyone else. everyone at school is an idiot when you’re the nicest person i’ve ever known. you don’t get on nerves, you don’t chew loudly. you’re the greatest person to hang with.” amusement across his features lasts a moment longer before kevin pauses and worry takes back over. “what is it? is it because of money? i’ve already told you-- i don’t care about that. money doesn’t make us different.” not as people, he believes. and it doesn’t make her any different in his eyes.