Orgasmic

He was projecting, a large majority of his personality was concerns and assumptions projected outwards, made into sharp defences. Course, he'd never admit as much, least of all when someone pointed it out. He exhaled sharply, his disapproval evident in the sharp look he shot her way, loaded like a shotgun with the shells being unkind words sitting upon his tongue.

Whatever, it wasn't a hill he wanted to die on.

"Be careful of the fumes," he said instead, nose twitching, not entirely convinced they were safe to breathe. Least of all how close she was, in the thick of it, submerged by the water.