"That's...that's how you think of yourself? For fuck's sake." What do you say to that? What can you say to that? Bash isn't actually, like. A mental health counselor. He doesn't know how to help with that sort of loathing.

If he did, maybe no one would hear him talk about how he's not smart so often.

There's a slow, deep breath in and out. "I'm sorry. That isn't what I see, when I look at you."