"I know, dear." He presses a kiss to the other's forehead. "You don't have to excuse yourself to me. At least you can write things well enough that people will pay for them." Not him, his essays are miserable. And yet he won an essay contest and that's how this all started, didn't it?

"We do have a person whom we could ask who's a water expert. He might have figured something out by now." Anyway. He shakes his head a little bit. "You don't have to apologize. You're doing just fine. I love you and I want you to be able to express all of your emotions to me, even the negative ones. They're still part of you."