He wasn't much to look at. Skinny, short, hopeless in any social interaction that had to take place entirely in this reality. He had only stopped wearing the beanie last year, and he had yet to discover the icon that would presumably replace it.
"Come on! It's at one aitch-pee and it's asleep!"
He also wasn't that emotionally stable. And yet Sweetie Belle watched him with lidded eyes and gave a contented sigh.
Apple Bloom stared at her like she'd never seen her before. "I do not get it. Just what d'you see in him?"
Sweetie gave a slow grin. "It's not what I see in him. It's what I see for him."
Scootaloo tilted her head. "I thought you could only see the future if it was definitely going to happen and really important."
"Importance is relative."