"So – how'd it go?"
"Eh."
"'Eh'?"
"Eh."
"What was wrong with her? Tolkien swore she would be perfect for you."
"Well, I mean, not that I care about this much, but it's not like she was the hottest girl in the world for one thing."
"Well, Kyle, it's not like you're the hottest guy in the world."
"Oh, I know." Kyle said quickly.
"Kyle – I was kidding."
"Oh."
"No, Kyle, you're... fine-looking!"
"Gee, thanks Stan."
"No, I mean you shouldn't be worried about that! It's not like you're ugly at all."
"Like I said, gee thanks Stan."
"I mean, top 20 percent at least."
"... Really?" He sounded quite surprised.
"Yeah! I mean, um..." This was impossibly awkward. "Yeah, of course, dude!"
"... you're just saying that."
"NO! I mean, no, I'm not."
"But –"
"Look, this is the kind of thing that chicks talk about. Can we stop now?"
"Yeah, of course. I'm sorry. Look, dude, I think I'm gonna go now, actually. Ike... needs help with something."
"Oh... okay. Well, see you tomorrow, then."
"Yeah."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Goddammit, he should have told him.
Goddamnit. He should have told him.