"It's um-it's a bit...hard to read..."
"No itz nawt..."
"I-it....kinda is..."
"Oh..."
He frowned.
"But um-how about-"
He grabs a piece of paper and a pencil
"You tell me what you want to say, and I'll write it down for you, yeah?"
"....no......I-I wanted to do it by m-myself...."
"There's nothing wrong with getting help sometimes..."
"I don't need help!"
"Ok...then there's nothing wrong with accepting help sometimes. That's what friends are for..."
"Hmph..."
