I've already read them, so I suppose if you burn them, it's fine. I'd just prefer you didn't.

[He can feel his hair start to sag under the weight of the rain, really wishing to at least just get under a ceiling.]

You can go through that portal now or we can just sit right over there, under that overhang for the time being. It's your choice.

[Look, his ahoage is drooping.]