I do actually like elevators after looking up how they work.
[Of course he did.]
But the balcony's fine! I'll be there in a bit.
[It isn't that long before he flies in on his staff and lands, Flapjack converting back to his birdy self after he does.]
[Far be it from coming off as awkward as his thoughts had been earlier, he looks like he feels he's here with a purpose. Dylan isn't okay, he can tell, so he wants to be there for him.]
[His expression is far more concerned and tentative than it was that night, but the way he stands there is a little reminiscent of that night at the masquerade ball, not that he realizes it.]
[And...instead of being unsure, secure in the feeling that Dylan truly does miss him and want to see him (because some of it is leaking through), he takes Dylan by the hand.]
Hey.
I know you don't really want to talk about it but I can tell it's more than just the worms.
[He doesn't want to pry but...]
Here, I - uh - I -
[He doesn't really know the right words to say, the right way to ask what kind of comfort he wants. But he's grown far more daring over time. So he tugs Dylan close by the hand and then wraps his arms around him, guessing, sensing, that this is what he needs.]
[He's gotten better at hugging. Aside from not being as stiff as a plank, his arms have gotten softer since he stopped his constant drills and missions as the Golden Guard. A life of relative peace, being in a safe place with the Owl Lady, means he doesn't have to stay in tip-top shape anymore, so he's lost a little muscle.]
[It isn't a bad thing. It's a part of normalcy.]
[Just like hugging a boy he likes is normal too. The soft hug matches the soft feelings, only it's more than a gentle nudge of his mind now. Now it feels far more like a full embrace in warmth and affection mentally, too. Far more open than he lets himself be verbally.]
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[Of course he did.]
But the balcony's fine! I'll be there in a bit.
[It isn't that long before he flies in on his staff and lands, Flapjack converting back to his birdy self after he does.]
[Far be it from coming off as awkward as his thoughts had been earlier, he looks like he feels he's here with a purpose. Dylan isn't okay, he can tell, so he wants to be there for him.]
[His expression is far more concerned and tentative than it was that night, but the way he stands there is a little reminiscent of that night at the masquerade ball, not that he realizes it.]
[And...instead of being unsure, secure in the feeling that Dylan truly does miss him and want to see him (because some of it is leaking through), he takes Dylan by the hand.]
Hey.
I know you don't really want to talk about it but I can tell it's more than just the worms.
[He doesn't want to pry but...]
Here, I - uh - I -
[He doesn't really know the right words to say, the right way to ask what kind of comfort he wants. But he's grown far more daring over time. So he tugs Dylan close by the hand and then wraps his arms around him, guessing, sensing, that this is what he needs.]
[He's gotten better at hugging. Aside from not being as stiff as a plank, his arms have gotten softer since he stopped his constant drills and missions as the Golden Guard. A life of relative peace, being in a safe place with the Owl Lady, means he doesn't have to stay in tip-top shape anymore, so he's lost a little muscle.]
[It isn't a bad thing. It's a part of normalcy.]
[Just like hugging a boy he likes is normal too. The soft hug matches the soft feelings, only it's more than a gentle nudge of his mind now. Now it feels far more like a full embrace in warmth and affection mentally, too. Far more open than he lets himself be verbally.]