[When he realizes he just sneezed all the flowers back at her, he suddenly feels guilty for his crankiness just seconds earlier. He's glad he didn't accidentally send her flying with that sneeze at least.]
It's fine. [He'll even help and reach out to pluck a few of those stray flowers out of her hair.] Are you okay? This thing must've been defective. [He pokes at the meters still attached to the now broken crate.]
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It's fine. [He'll even help and reach out to pluck a few of those stray flowers out of her hair.] Are you okay? This thing must've been defective. [He pokes at the meters still attached to the now broken crate.]