"Because I was sixteen with next to no friends other than people on the internet. I went to school and got picked on for looking different. Even if they didn't say anything, they always gave me looks. Not the 'Oh, he's kind of cute' or 'his hair is cool' type of looks. The type of looks where if they think I'm looking, they quickly turn away like a fucking deer in headlights." And it was unpleasant everyday. To feel like a freak. "I didn't need my friends on the internet to judge me the same way. Sure did fuck that one up anyways."

And the last thing he wanted was John to judge him the same way.

"What are you implying?"