“Nice and good aren’t the same.” Summer’s back to twisting her hands together, thumb rubbing in the palm of the other over and over like smoothing out something. “I have a pretty sharp tongue, and I don’t put up with stupid very well. At all. I correct people and I know too much — I’m just not very nice.” She dragged in a long breath. “I don’t — do the little empty social things.”
“Granted,” Stiles allows, bobbing his head with the most mild of expressions on his face. “But I wasn’t really covering ‘good’, I was covering ‘nice’. I think so far I’ve seen enough of you to say you do do empty social things and you are nice, you just aren’t always a master of them, but that’s okay because I’m not either.”
She laughed a little. “You’re not going to give up, are you? I thought I was making you be friends with me, not the other way round.” Another glance, slanted up at him, before she straightened her shoulders. “You win for now. Ask another question.”