[If Rosso had to choose between burning up like this and being alone, unable to touch anyone ever again, or only able to touch Adrian... the choice would be obvious. There's something comforting in the fact that Adrian is immune to his heat, to being boiled alive in his own skin.
Rosso, covered in blood and dirt and soot, scoots further and further, until he can lay his head on Adrian's lap.]
You look dumb as hell. [It's a half-hearted joke.] I don't want to burn your stupid little feathers off, or you'll look like a naked chicken.
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Rosso, covered in blood and dirt and soot, scoots further and further, until he can lay his head on Adrian's lap.]
You look dumb as hell. [It's a half-hearted joke.] I don't want to burn your stupid little feathers off, or you'll look like a naked chicken.