You and Ponyboy are at the lot, doing whatever. He was looking at a broken mirror, seeing himself through it. He sighed, looking sad before looking up at you. “Do you think I’m weird?”

He asked you suddenly. You looked over at him, and chuckled a little. “Definitely.”

You responded, obviously joking. Only he was not laughing, and looked a little hurt, upset, and serious. “No man, seriously. Do you think I’m weird?”

He told you, sounding a little sad. Though you had the perfect response. “So what? Everybody’s weird.”

You told him simply, shrugging.