I care too much what people think.
He holds out the box.
It’s a worry.
FRANCIS. You have the rest of them.
PENROSE. I worry all the time most people won’t like me. I know I’m too easily bruised. I know I seem quite young.
FRANCIS. I was young for my age.
PENROSE. You still are.
FRANCIS. I looked young.
PENROSE. You still do.
A slight pause.
You’re far cleverer than you realise, which is a wonderful thing.
A slight pause.
I don’t know where my confidence went, but it’s gone somewhere. I’m definitely a boy and not a man. I know I don’t help. I learnt to play silly at school when everyone presumed I was gay. I’ve been doing silly ever since.
A slight pause.
It hurts, Francis. I can’t get over myself somehow that I’m so unattractive.
FRANCIS takes a step or two towards him.
So unsexy and plain. I’m negligible. Who likes a boy?
A slight pause.
Cordelia tells me I’m attractive, but she tells me in a very unsexy way. She said I’m frightened of responsibility. It wasn’t a seductive conversation. It hasn’t been me somehow to love a girl in a sexy way, which is why I’m baffled and confused.
A slight pause.
We have good fun together.
He holds out the box. FRANCIS takes a chocolate and eats it.
It’s courage I’m looking for… I don’t know where it went… the trust I once had in myself. It’s not you, Francis, in case you’re thinking it is. I went through puberty too late, and there’s the rub of the problem. I was mocked because of it. And shy because of it. You’d be surprised at the number of people who don’t realise how