"Oh, I don't know. I don't like to put people off, I guess. Like I said, I have a pretty strong personality." He hummed, thinking of how to explain it better. "If I were to offer someone on the street a free flower, they'd probably accept, but it's possible that they think I'm too forward. Either kind of person wouldn't appreciate me appearing at their door with another flower." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "That's a stupid analogy, but do you kind of see where I'm going?" He'd probably have to simplify it, he was being too flowery with his words again. "I'm always here to listen and to care for people, but not many people care to reciprocate, I'm pretty emotionally high-maintenence. And I'm always open—I don't hold anything back, though I probably should."
Flushing a little, Feliciano looked at his toes. "That's nice of you to say, though. I'm glad. I like making people happy, and you are very nice." Still refusing eye contact, he continued. "I just like to give people an escape route, that's all. I can be a part-time friend to people here, but I haven't had a real friend yet. And on the other side of the spectrum, like I mentioned, people sometimes think I'm cute and want to have a relationship—" He made wild finger-quotes in the air "—but they don't want the emotion part. And I'm not just gonna, well, you know. I'd get emotionally invested, neither party would get what they want. I don't know, I like people. Some of them are just—well, it's not fair of me to say jerks, it's their life, I suppose they can do what they want." Feliciano wasn't one to talk too poorly of people, no matter how they treated him. It was a definite character flaw of his, but he was, ultimately, always full of hope.