[ She grips on and hauls him up just as the water is starting to warm, leaving him to shiver irritably on his feet, stooped and drawn and nobly resisting the urge to snare her up in piping and sit back down in the heat.
He doesn't say anything. Irritation shows terse in the cut of muscle behind his jaw, and in how hard he’s working not to look at her, lest self-control fail him.
It’s a little like being forced to wrangle an ornery telekinetic horse. ]
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He doesn't say anything. Irritation shows terse in the cut of muscle behind his jaw, and in how hard he’s working not to look at her, lest self-control fail him.
It’s a little like being forced to wrangle an ornery telekinetic horse. ]