He smiled at that. He knew she was only saying it because he’d said she was pretty, and he knew he didn’t look good, but he still appreciated it. He was skinny, his hair stuck up in all the wind ways, he was pale rather than the bronze tan his siblings all were, not that there was anything wrong with pale, Jenny pulled it off, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t by any means close to looking really great.
“Thanks,” he said halfheartedly.