“My stupid brain tells me I’m undeserving of love.”
“I… I’m very sorry to hear that. You okay, kiddo…? Did something happen?”
“Oh pft! Yeah totally,” of course that was a lie, “totally fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine… I’m fine. Do I not look fine?”
“Well, I would have to say you don’t. Which is okay, by the way – it happens to the best of us.” He watched the kid, wondering if something happened, or if this was stress accumulating from school or what-have-you.
The Perfect Scientist 