The coal rapidly goes the same way as the wood, and there's another moment where Nova brightens - this time quite brilliant, perhaps like a beaming smile. He abruptly realises he's doing that and forces his flames to dim.

Glam giggles. "Does that mean you like the coal better?"

"I- yes? It's- feels better?"

"You can have it, it's actually easier to find than plain old wood."

He brightens again, less brilliantly, but visibly. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"You're welcome!"

He settles again, looking less wan, and making little crackling sounds that are somehow happy, or at the very least content.

"D'you want more coal?"

He thinks for a moment. (He could take more, although he doesn't remember feeling this good, bit better not to be greedy.) "M'fine thank you."

"Okay. I'll store it somewhere for you to, ah, eat whenever you like. Also it's kinda late and tomorrow's a school day, so, I think we should head to my place."

"O-okay," he agrees quietly. Hesitates. "Um... box?"

"—what?"

He curls in on himself a bit. "Always been- moved in a box?"

"...unless you want to be moved in a box, I wasn't planning to."

"...s'safer? More- unnoticeable?" He's flickering slightly, but in a more...unsure, and slightly scared way.

"I can make things that are unnoticeable and aren't boxes. Like a floating panel that looks like the sky."

"...oh," he says quietly, "I- Okay."

Much, much quieter: "I didn't like the box."

"Then let's not ever put you in a box again ever, how about that?"

Copy returns Glam's wallet and disappears. Glam collects their laptop and conjures a platform beneath their feet.

"...Thank you."

Nova moves closer to Glam, close enough that the heat from him can be felt, but not close enough to risk burning, even if they do say they're flameproof, close to their feet and the platform.

Platform lifts off. "I'm really fireproof, you really don't need to worry."

"...I- habit? He- would- water. If I got too close."

"...I hate him."

Nova flinches, and then shifts a little closer, burns a little warmer (trying to provide comfort?). "I- it- he wasn't fireproof? It was- it was fine?" (It obviously wasn't, but at the same time, Nova seems convinced that he should have been okay with it.)

"Even if he wasn't fireproof, he was—hurting you for doing it. That's wrong. He was wrong to do it, he was wrong to hurt you, he should've done better. I want to do better by you."

"O-Oh." (He's definitely confused by the idea that someone was wrong to hurt him.) "I- you are? You gave me...wood and coal. And I hadn't even done anything to earn it!"