[When he pouts like that, it all looks almost silly more than anything. He looks like a sad, wet dog and the only thing she can think about as she smiles up at him with some reassurance is how cute it is... And damp or not, her fingers comb through the floof that is his hair, brushing it back and still just making it worse.]
It's not your fault.
[That he would blame himself for this is also kind of silly, but she gets it. Though, if it's any consolation, it was pretty terrible everywhere else too.]
But maybe... we should reconsider the air conditioning for next time...?
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It's not your fault.
[That he would blame himself for this is also kind of silly, but she gets it. Though, if it's any consolation, it was pretty terrible everywhere else too.]
But maybe... we should reconsider the air conditioning for next time...?