04-30-2019, 07:04 AM
Press shrugs, rattling the ice cubes inside of them. “I mean, I’ve already got water in me, just the, you know... frozen kind,” they say, uncertain about what point they are exactly trying to make but feeling that their prior experience with having water in them in some form must count for something. Press leans in towards Abby, hands clasped sweetly. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, but if you’re really so worried about my safety, I promise to be extra careful!” she says, half teasing and half genuine.