[It's true; there's Tim, who has too many memories of places burning for someone who can't set fires at the snap of his fingers, who breathes out smoke and nicotine and clicks a lighter every so often.]
[But he can't make it. It's just...safer, in some ways, paradoxically, when he compares it to water.]
[It's not his place to speak for her, but he also has a tough time imagining she'd be bothered by the insight. One corner of his mouth crooks faintly. It's not a smile. It's not even a fraction of one. But it's an easing of tension around his eyes that he didn't realize was there.]
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[But he can't make it. It's just...safer, in some ways, paradoxically, when he compares it to water.]
[It's not his place to speak for her, but he also has a tough time imagining she'd be bothered by the insight. One corner of his mouth crooks faintly. It's not a smile. It's not even a fraction of one. But it's an easing of tension around his eyes that he didn't realize was there.]
I don't think it'd bother her at all.