His eyes rolled. “Duh.”
“But you weren’t the only one.”
“But I was the only one I cared about. I mean, I knew why I did, but I figured everyone else was different, that they were, I mean, it just happens, you know? But for me…”
I had a good thing to say. “But you were comparing your insides with their outsides,” and the look that passed between us was bonding—hysterical, but bonding. “No, I mean…not your ‘outside,’ not the obvious part.”
“Well actually, I was, kind of, I mean, you know, I’m not a size queen or anything,” he stammered, trying to pretend he was joking, but failing.
“I don’t want to ask, but really, was it? I mean, bigger?”
“Well, of course!” he blushed. “Now, can we like, go back to what you were going to say?”
“What I meant was,” I stammered, giggling, “You were—comparing what you knewabout yourself and of course you assumed nobody else was…”