[ the sound of her laughter, giggling— it’s always welcome. even when it’s directed at him. and he can’t even play at being affronted, not when he can’t keep a smile off his face. though his nose does wrinkle a bit. ] Hey, what’s funny?
[ he knows well, he looks different. compares the photos he’s taken of himself recently, to the one’s he’d taken when he started running. and the difference, is still startling to himself sometimes.
he still remembers sending her that first text, when he wanted to get in shape, a simple question. Do you have any running tips? how he had held his breath until she had answered. ]
Is it the hair? Does it look weird?
[ one of his acquaintances had said that with his hair gelled the way it is, that he looks like a bird. ] Be honest. I can take it.
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[ he knows well, he looks different. compares the photos he’s taken of himself recently, to the one’s he’d taken when he started running. and the difference, is still startling to himself sometimes.
he still remembers sending her that first text, when he wanted to get in shape, a simple question. Do you have any running tips? how he had held his breath until she had answered. ]
Is it the hair? Does it look weird?
[ one of his acquaintances had said that with his hair gelled the way it is, that he looks like a bird. ] Be honest. I can take it.