Larry quietly nods in thanks as Tony helps him up and gives him a thumbs-up with his free hand. He would totally have to go home and post about this on his blog later!
Uh…well. I’m a loser, to make it short and sweet. That’s my shtick and I don’t even have to try. I’m unlucky and a doofus and girlfriends keep ditching me and I always mess things up. I’m really not sure why Nick still keeps me around after all these years.
What I’m really surprised about is how the hell he doesn’t hate my guts already.
“Wait, what?” Tony had to take a doubletake. “First of all, did you just call yourself a loser?” He arched his eyebrow sharply. Time for the talk.
“No fan of mine is a loser, capiche? Secondly - tell me about these girlfriends. Don’t think too low of yourself, it’ll only get you down and stuck in a rut, even if it is your thing."