"Yeah, I know." He leans on his elbow, still close enough that almost his whole body is fit against Ethan's side. "But that is who I am, and you already told me you like that."

So there.

Then he looks away, eyes dipping slightly.

"I guess it's just... I've had people tell me I'm insightful. Lester thinks I'm a fucking artist. And Florian, he—... he likes me exactly as I am. And I just..." He trails off a bit, giving a rueful little smile. "I keep thinking that this person everyone is seeing is someone I can't really live up to."