"I can't promise that--" he stopped mid sentence, sweat beading against his forehead. He waved it off to the heat, quickly turning the dial back down. "It's hot in here."

"He's a selfish prick, I like him." It didn't mean he liked how he treated Zoe. Making his toaster cry? So not nice. "I don't like how he is to you." He wiped a hand against the back of his neck with another hot flash. Funny this didn't happen when he got into Kansas. However, his body had been harboring a wild gamut of feels for days, including something as pure as love. Now with his powers slinking their way back in, it was creating a jerk reaction.