[She's smiling. He's learned to hear and feel it but now that he sees it he's overcome with a blooming sense of victory. He doesn't push her away. In fact, he keeps her close, her lungs rising as he keeps staring ahead, his vision blurred with tears, leaning his face into her neck. He breathes in the scent of herself and her shampoo, his body tremoring with uncontrolled sobs.]
[There's a loud pop! when, without warning, his hands start to produce mini explosions and he places them down, chin stubbornly hooked on her shoulder, even as he risks setting the area around them on fire.]
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[There's a loud pop! when, without warning, his hands start to produce mini explosions and he places them down, chin stubbornly hooked on her shoulder, even as he risks setting the area around them on fire.]