Dude, lonely people don't go around friggin' drugging whoever they want at parties or locking up their competition in the trunk of a car, Nick. Okay? Psycho stalker freaks do that. Pretty big difference.
[ Reggie sighs a little. It's hard for him to tell if Nick does, really, or if he's just humoring him, but Reggie also doesn't know how to articulate the difference (as he sees it) between someone like Kavinsky and someone like--
Well, himself. Or someone like Kevin, or even Cheryl a year ago. Reggie's no expert by any means, but he knows love -- or even friendship -- doesn't happen without lowering some walls and filing down teeth a little. ]
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But he really isn’t bad. He’s lonely. He can’t figure people out.
I know a lot of guys like that.
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But clearly in the mortal world-]
Okay.
I hear you.
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Well, himself. Or someone like Kevin, or even Cheryl a year ago. Reggie's no expert by any means, but he knows love -- or even friendship -- doesn't happen without lowering some walls and filing down teeth a little. ]
I don't want you getting hurt, is all.
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I do.
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[ He exhales. ]
Even if I liked him I'd say the same thing. That's got nothing to do with it.