“Yes, but what does that mean?” Nathan looked up. “I don’t know what I’m doing at all when it comes to this. I barely even know how to make friends. Plus, I-I can’t compete with, well, anyone else, really.” He rubbed one thumb over the back of his hand. “I look like a hairless little rat, or a twelve year old.” He looked back down, dhifting uncomfortably. “I don’t look anything like you and I know he’s at least looked at you that sort of way. I can’t compete with you. I wish I could, but I can’t.” He hunched his shoulders tight, making himself as small as possible.
He put an arm around Nathan gingerly. “Yes you can. You can compete with anyone. You are a very special person Nathan and you can do anything you set your mind to. I am absolutely sure that if you show Jeremiah how much you like him, he will respond positively.”
Nathan shifted on his heels, looking down at the ground. “I hope you’re right,” he mumbled. Nathan sighed, shrugging his shoulders as if shaking off some kind of weight. “Thank you, Zander. I appreciate this.”