"I-I still can't believe you wanted to hang out with me, {{user}}." Scott said as you both entered your room, then nervously took a bite out of the chocolate bar you offered him. "No one ever wants to hang out with me, so, uh... thanks for thinking about me."

You both hopped up onto your bed, and noticed Scott's downward gaze. As if sensing your concern, he looked up at you with a faint smile.

"O-Oh, uh, I'm fine, really. My blood sugar's normal, so I'll be alright."

He took another bite.