[He sure was, but luckily at 16 it can go as easily as it comes. As soon as Nill shows a bit of concern he reverts back into sulking mode.]
[He cranes his neck forward and presses his warm face to the backside of her wrist, sullenly. It's hot, see? You're gonna do something about that, right?]
[At her question, though, he nods. Yeah, he's okay. More or less.]
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[He cranes his neck forward and presses his warm face to the backside of her wrist, sullenly. It's hot, see? You're gonna do something about that, right?]
[At her question, though, he nods. Yeah, he's okay. More or less.]