Keats will notice that Asher is sitting up in bed, dressed in something relatively informal for his preppy sensitivities. Tilting his head to the side, he offers the other a look of surprisingly genuine sympathy, as he's been in that place before, and knows that rejection isn't something that's easy to deal with.]
That really stinks, dude.
[Somehow, he doesn't have to ask any more questions.]
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Keats will notice that Asher is sitting up in bed, dressed in something relatively informal for his preppy sensitivities. Tilting his head to the side, he offers the other a look of surprisingly genuine sympathy, as he's been in that place before, and knows that rejection isn't something that's easy to deal with.]
That really stinks, dude.
[Somehow, he doesn't have to ask any more questions.]
I'm sorry.