[He grabs a hold of the reasonable excuse with both hands, and just like that, Gar is sure that's what it must have been that made him dizzy. He scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly and grins at Brendan. He feels kinda embarrassed, now that he has space for that emotion in his brain.]
I don't think you're self centered.
[He clears his throat, and boy, does it actually feel like sandpaper.]
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I don't think you're self centered.
[He clears his throat, and boy, does it actually feel like sandpaper.]
But yeah, uh- yeah! Gatorade sounds good.