Separate names with a comma.
He tensed, looking terribly uncomfortable. She would feel the energy in his palms.
"Poppy, please."
He blinked but shook his head. "I don't."
"I meant mine too, Poppy."
He took in a breath and shut his eyes, a pool of water filling his cupped hands.
"Poppy, no."
"I learned a lot in conjuring," he said, cupping his hands.
"Stop that."
He cocked his head in curiosity. "What is it?"
"Poppy.."
He let it down, nodding. "Thank you."
"This is different.."
Sam lifted the rock carefully, focusing. "Like this?"
"I am not changing my last name to that."
He frowned, saying nothing more and feeling he did something wrong.
"No."
He hesitated, his head cocking. "You did good."
"Oh God."
He gave a nod. "You're welcome."
"Oh God.."
