[why is he always getting lectured about matters of the heart by flayn, little miss trash can pun herself, who, to make matters worse, was consistently and irritatingly hitting the nail directly on the head? this was never not embarrassing, and, frankly, makes him want to do and say the opposite, out of pure petty rebellion.
no subject
but instead, he says:]
I'll think about it.
[that's character growth, babey]