“So you were serious when you said that you wanted to study psychology?” I asked him. “Like being some sort of therapist or doctor?”
“Yeah, I'm not set on that, but I'm trying to learn anything that I can read and learn from experience that comes in my life,” he said looking up from his book. “You don't think I can do it?”
“I'm not saying that. You actually know some things and educating yourself is good.” I answered him. “Does hanging out with me make it difficult?”
“You always think so bad of yourself like no one would want your company. It's all fine. I've been having fun hanging out with you and I'm trying to be what you want me to be: a friend.” he said. “Just because you're sick doesn't mean that you are difficult to be around. It's just how you are and we're both still learning to be with each other.”
