that friend from highschool you lost touch with but find out theyre a meth head living on the streets.

That person that is kind of lacking in social skills, still weirdly opinionated about really specific things, doesn’t care enough about their appearance for how old they are, and several other holdovers from being a nerdy high school shut in, but is very slowly becoming better. They’re trying to understand how to have more flexible conversations with people, figuring out a clothing style that works for them, and just doing some general growing up. They’re still kind of hard to be around, but you can tell they’ve made progress and that’s all you can really ask of them.