Wilhelm has a few of those things too. Like families that actually talk to each other and parents who give a shit about your feelings. Now he can add relationships that actually work out to the list.

Pulling his marshmallow out of the fire, he snuffs out an errant flame that's decided to come along with a quick gesture of his hand. Magic feels more practical than puffing it out with his breath. It saves his marshmallow from burning, and it gives him a moment to answer Will too.

"I don't know how to stop."

He couches it in a joke, but it's not exactly funny. Groaning, he scrubs his free hand through his hair.