“So you seek confidence. Yet by your appearance that does not seem to be a problem. You do not seem concerned by my two friends.”
Rodin shrugged again. “I don’t think your friends will hurt me unless I do something to annoy them. I work out—but I’m not saying I’d like to go up against them.” He looked to both of them, smiling. The smile wasn’t returned. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I’d come off worse. But in general, you know, out there,” and he waved vaguely to the door, “I can take care of myself.” Another laugh. “I know when to run away.”
Then he slumped slightly. “But that’s not the problem. The thing is…I never seem to find someone, you know? I think I’m a good guy, but nobody’s interested. I feel I should make the first move, and that’s the problem. I don’t know what to say or do.
