Jesus fuck. [This is mortifying. He's not sure what he envisioned here; some fantasy scenario that ended with them laughing, shoulder to shoulder? Like friends? Not being called out within the first ten minutes, that's for sure. ]

No, you asshat, I'm not lonely. [He has Tinder, okay. ] I can like you enough to bring you pizza without being desperate, Harrington, god. Give yourself some credit.