I'd say it worked... though I really can't imagine hauling all that weight on your chest can be comfortable.

[ Once again he was simplistically to the point about these matters, always wondering how she could handle all that or if she even felt it like what a normal girl might.

Not that he's thinking much about that when she speaks up again, a contemplative look on his face as a soft sigh then escaped him. Appearing to consider her question before just nodding, eyes downcast for a few moments before raising to meet her gaze. ]

Yeah. I spent a lot of years well aware that people look at me and find me pretty disgusting or just someone to avoid. It's all in their eyes.

[ Those looks of disdain or even disgust were hard to miss, and most normal people would be so hard pressed to even meet his gaze. Most of the time it didn't really phase him, and yet? Something deep down, borne from his neglected childhood made him always want people to just look at him no matter what.

At least then people paid attention to him in some way or another. ]