Losers, man.

Guy's with a bunch of games and noooo girls.

[He scoffs at first, then remembering inclusivity, right-]

Or guys. Or just, any human contact in general. Anyway-

[The hotel is within sight now, and he fumbles with the keys in his pocket, using the action as an excuse to look away.

Asher's voice grows soft, and while he's playing it cool, it's clear that there's something he is rather nervous about.]

I kinda sorta... Gotcha a birthday present.

If you hate it, just tell me straight up.