As her happiness fled so did the intensity of the glow around his hands. He lowered his head, sighing, "I'm jus dealin' wit' de overflow o' your feelin's peanut. Nothin' ta be worried about. Dun let my powers actin' up make ya feel bad. Ya had a good night, keep it dat way."
Even if she insisted, he wasn't going to let her know he was mad because she was happy. He was already a bad enough person for feeling it. He'd be even worse if he let her know that.
So he gave another smile and while his body wasn't trying to burn itself up from the inside out, he wrapped his soggy arms around her waist and gave her a hug that he needed far more than she did, "I'm glad ya had a good Valentine's Day. You should have more o' dem."
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