"Hey, you think I would say no to being friends with someone? I mean, do you even know me at all?" He shoots back, tapping the toe of his vans on the carpet. It was distracting enough so that he didn't really think about how his hands were sweating. "But I promise, alright? If I'm still here, I suppose. I guess I can go through the hassle. Even if you think I'm bat shit, I'd do it."

The added comment kind of makes him feel a little more relieved though, giving the cord his own demonstrative tug and sighs, "Okay good, like. Cause I was just imagining all the beads just falling to the floor and then I'd be pretty fucked. I mean, First thing a girls ever given me, I'd probably just, yanno. Start crying and be useless for weeks." Because admitting that isn't already pathetic enough, Hanna.