Good on equal ways.... His fingers pick idly at some aspect of clothing, only managing for a moment before he simply leaves his rip limply clinging there. Maybe that's right. It's almost funny, because he's thought of Ken as better than him for so long, and that's why he had to catch up... But maybe it's that simple.

"Maybe," he says out loud, voice still quiet. "But... I don't know how to change. I don't... like the idea of it." It's so much simpler to stay the way he's always been. Less frightening, as well.