Lucky bastard, [but there's nothing beyond congratulatory warmth to his tone.
He is jealous in some small closeted part of his heart, he acknowledges. He is concerned he'll come out warped and stunted and never gain back any magic at all.
But Everett is his friend first, and joy shared is joy doubled.]
But your poor horns! Is there nothing to he done for them? [Teasing--and playing along.]
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He is jealous in some small closeted part of his heart, he acknowledges. He is concerned he'll come out warped and stunted and never gain back any magic at all.
But Everett is his friend first, and joy shared is joy doubled.]
But your poor horns! Is there nothing to he done for them? [Teasing--and playing along.]