[There's a small chuckle. He doesn't let any part of how hard that hit home show. Then he smiles at her comment about manifestations.]
When you say it like that, I'm hesitant to ask. But I'll tell you mine, if you'll tell me yours?
[The smile fades briefly, then returns.]
Not yet. Not completely, anyway. But we're working on it.
[When she says she's better, Bobby pulls his hand away, absently brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead as he does so, and smiles brightly at her. This, this he likes talking about.]
It was. The less flashy, more useful side. Here, watch.
[He cups his hands together for a minute, then lifts one hand up. Sitting in his palm is a small replica of the necklace around her neck, in ice. He looks up to smile at her again. Even the slight, instinctive worry over her reaction doesn't stop his love of his power.]
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When you say it like that, I'm hesitant to ask. But I'll tell you mine, if you'll tell me yours?
[The smile fades briefly, then returns.]
Not yet. Not completely, anyway. But we're working on it.
[When she says she's better, Bobby pulls his hand away, absently brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead as he does so, and smiles brightly at her. This, this he likes talking about.]
It was. The less flashy, more useful side. Here, watch.
[He cups his hands together for a minute, then lifts one hand up. Sitting in his palm is a small replica of the necklace around her neck, in ice. He looks up to smile at her again. Even the slight, instinctive worry over her reaction doesn't stop his love of his power.]