I mind. I'm very proud of my level of control of my fire. If fire is to be involved in such a way as to touch my partner, it must be a choice, not because I lost control. That choice is why I can be my fire and myself fully without consuming what I love.

Otherwise I'd just be a wildfire. [He rubs at his neck, looking around the old home. Frowning at it. Why did these old places always have to be so dusty?]

[Hm.]

[He waves his fingers in the air, kicking up a small breeze, directing the dust out towards the front door along the floor.]

It is an idea, yes. Or at least possible for me to get a better read on what's blocking me.

....of course if I figure that out, it should be possible to come back and help with what I promised.

But I figure you'll understand if it ends up being one way. I can't choose others over my parents. [He frowns, a little whirlwind forming on a shelf and he stares at it. He wonders if he could retrieve their scrolls as well. It would be so simple.] They need me.