"You're not, though," she says, her tone is more full of confusion than an attempt to console him. Elenore has always been varying degrees of attractive and doesn't quite understand the struggles of other people's awkward stages. Still, she'll try to logic their way out of the situation. No sense in moving yet if he's just going to freak out again, but she does keep hold of his hand.

"I mean, look, on a ten-point scale where 10 is the extremes of masculine beauty and 1 is the opposite extreme, you'd be in 5-7 part of the range. You know, like most guys who still manage to get laid and have normal lives. You aren't a goblin or anything."