Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

Talking to him is like talking to a robot, I stg. Poor Laurel

Despite how it seemed, it actually wasn’t Xan’s first time having someone try to flirt with him. In fact, it had happened a few times in the past, and he’d been just as oblivious then as he was now; he’d never been too in tune with the emotions of others, usually too focused on himself to even begin to understand them. It definitely didn’t help that he was fairly antisocial, having spent the entirety of his youth avoiding others rather than learning to properly interact with them.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether her comment should be taken as an insult or not. In his eyes, Kendra had been amazing at everything; although he clearly wasn’t an expert on flirting, he was sure she had been great at that, too. Perhaps he meant to say something about it—defend his late friend—but was stopped by what was said next. It took him by surprise, as well as confused him even more, which was shown by the furrowing of his brows. “You don’t even know me,” he pointed out. “Why would you want to get with me?” It made absolutely zero sense.