Okay. You don't have to, like, hang out if you don't want to, [ he points out, a little awkward. A couple of years of friendship (even the best, most supportive friends a guy can ask for) doesn't erase a lifetime of poor socialization, keenly aware of the fact that most people probably don't want to hang around. But Riz isn't opposed to the company either. It's to everyone's benefit that they get to know each other around here, he thinks, and besides, life here is oddly monotonous without a bustling society around them.
It's nicer to be around people. He considers himself a pretty social guy at the end of the day. His watchful eyes don't leave Clint until he's out of the room (Riz considers briefly that he'd like coffee too, but it feels weird to just tag along), at which point he hops onto the vacated couch and grabs one of the controllers, curiously toggling through the clubhouse's collection at such a rapid pace that it looks as though he hardly has time to read the titles as they blink past.
By the time Clint returns, Riz has stopped on a game and spares the time to nod twice at Clint, rapid-fire, before his eyes flit back to the screen. ]
Weird games, [ he says, by way of making conversation. ] Apparently this one tells you if you're fat, which doesn't seem very sound, medically speaking.
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Okay. You don't have to, like, hang out if you don't want to, [ he points out, a little awkward. A couple of years of friendship (even the best, most supportive friends a guy can ask for) doesn't erase a lifetime of poor socialization, keenly aware of the fact that most people probably don't want to hang around. But Riz isn't opposed to the company either. It's to everyone's benefit that they get to know each other around here, he thinks, and besides, life here is oddly monotonous without a bustling society around them.
It's nicer to be around people. He considers himself a pretty social guy at the end of the day. His watchful eyes don't leave Clint until he's out of the room (Riz considers briefly that he'd like coffee too, but it feels weird to just tag along), at which point he hops onto the vacated couch and grabs one of the controllers, curiously toggling through the clubhouse's collection at such a rapid pace that it looks as though he hardly has time to read the titles as they blink past.
By the time Clint returns, Riz has stopped on a game and spares the time to nod twice at Clint, rapid-fire, before his eyes flit back to the screen. ]
Weird games, [ he says, by way of making conversation. ] Apparently this one tells you if you're fat, which doesn't seem very sound, medically speaking.