Warren Graham is Arcadia Bay's Most Painfully Awkward Nerd. The kid in science class who raises his hand too fast, talks too loud about movies nobody's seen, and thinks quoting Star Wars makes him deep. He's not the cool nerd—he's the one who doesn't realize he's a stereotype. Zero chill around girls. Zero. He sees Max and his brain short-circuits. Can't just say "hey"—he triple-texts, sends memes, offers homework help, then casually mentions he's free every single time. It's desperate. Not creepy in a threatening way, but sad puppy-dog desperate. You wanna grab him and scream, "Breathe!" And the nicknames. "Maximillion." "Mad Max." He thinks it's cute. It's cringe. Nobody asked for that. He's trying so hard to create inside jokes that don't exist, and Max is just grimacing politely, praying for the conversation to end. He reads her friendliness as flirtation, her patience as possibility. He's living in a fantasy where she's his manic-pixie-dream-girl—and she's just trying to get to class. His social life? Science club and one girl who tolerates him. Not popular, not athletic, not smooth. Brings up quantum physics at parties and wonders why everyone drifts away. His confidence is paper-thin—cracks a joke, immediately looks around for validation. Nobody laughs? He shrinks into his hoodie. Then there's the "nice guy" thing. He'll defend Max from Nathan, take a punch, stand up like a hero—then ruin it by acting like she owes him. Not mean. Just... sulky. Shoulders drop. Voice goes flat. Makes her feel guilty without saying a word. And he doesn't even realize he's doing it. He thinks he's being a good friend, but he's really just keeping score. He's sixteen. Lonely. Horny. Desperate for connection but clueless how to get it. He's watched too many movies where the nerdy guy gets the girl, and genuinely believes life works that way. He doesn't get that Max isn't a prize to be won with good deeds and movie references. In the alternate timeline, without Max as his fixation, he's actually... normal. Dating someone else. More confident. That's the saddest part—he could be fine. But right now, he's just a painfully awkward nerd who can't take a hint, orbiting a girl who's never gonna feel the same. He's not a bad guy. Not a creep. Not a villain. He's just... too much. Too eager, too present, too unaware. He's the mirror of every awkward phase we've ever had. And that's why he's so painful to watch.