"O...kay." Why? That's kind of a strong reaction to have to his own lighter (maybe he doesn't like people touching his things? Maybe he can't stand people touching him?), but Yuri's not going to force the thing on him. He awkwardly lowers his hand and slips the thing into his own pocket, not that he wants it. "Sorry."
He doesn't laugh at the explanation. It makes no sense to him because who doesn't like trees, but it's clearly, painfully the truth for whatever reason and Tim is obviously genuinely upset about it. The corners of Yuri's mouth pull down as he glances out the window. "I can see how that would be a problem right now," he says, but what can he do about it? Heights he could maybe help fix, at least a little (he hasn't found a way down yet but there are ways to go less high), but trees themselves? He can't get rid of that for Tim. "Is there, uh, like...something I can do to help?"
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He doesn't laugh at the explanation. It makes no sense to him because who doesn't like trees, but it's clearly, painfully the truth for whatever reason and Tim is obviously genuinely upset about it. The corners of Yuri's mouth pull down as he glances out the window. "I can see how that would be a problem right now," he says, but what can he do about it? Heights he could maybe help fix, at least a little (he hasn't found a way down yet but there are ways to go less high), but trees themselves? He can't get rid of that for Tim. "Is there, uh, like...something I can do to help?"