[ ... Oh.

Oh yeah.

Wow, he is being defensive.

He deflates suddenly, scrubbing his hands over his face for a moment, and takes a deep breath. ]

Sorry. I-- I think it was me. I didn't mean to and, I'm not gonna lie, I might be freaking out a little.

[ Why is he suddenly doing magic without meaning to? Why is it controlling the weather of all things? How far does it go? It seems a bit overkill??

And why does he suddenly feel a need to do more of it?

He doesn't like this. ]

Uh. You don't need to deal with that. I'll leave.