Merri-Go-Round:
 
 That’s great. I’m really proud of you.
 
 Dots bounced on the screen and then stopped. It went on long enough I could tell he’d typed something and deleted it.
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 Since when are you shy with me? What were you going to say?
 
 ShyGuy25:
 
 It’s nothing. Honestly. I just couldn’t remember the last time someone told me they were proud of me.
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 Well, that’s a shame. You work hard. You’re kind and gentle. You’re a good man, I can tell. You deserve someone in your life who tells you how proud they are.
 
 ShyGuy25:
 
 Maybe it’s you.
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 Me?
 
 ShyGuy25:
 
 Maybe you bring it out in me. The goodness and kindness.
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 I don’t believe that. You’ve been the same sweet guy since I met you. So the math doesn’t math.
 
 ShyGuy25:
 
 Math is gross.
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 Facts. It’s clearly an instrument of the devil.
 
 ShyGuy25:
 
 Hey, don’t put that on him. He gets blamed for all the bad things.
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 . . . he’s the devil . . . King of Bad Things.
 
 ShyGuy25:
 
 hear me out
 
 Merri-Go-Round:
 
 Fine, I’m listening.
 
 ShyGuy25: