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Yost was proud to be who he was, to an extent.
Sure, he felt a little patronized, being a grown boy who still had to attend a school for small children because he was woefully uneducated and immediately being labeled a dunce because he processed things slowly, but there was more to him than that.
For example, he wasn't tied down by any sort of relationship like Ichabod was, for example.
Brom would tease him for it sometimes, but he didn't care. He was happy with who he was. He was happy that he wasn't concerned with things of the romantic nature- It certainly saved him a lot of stress.
He walked along the road of the small town of Sleepy Hollow. The rays of the morning sun beat down on him in a pleasant way.
And he was alone, sure.
But he was okay with that.