[ Joshua, for the most part, has behaved himself while Dion has been away. His brief bout of giddiness had been enough to stem the flow, at least, and after getting it out of his system, he had sat up to take inventory of both the room and himself. Taking a moment to memorize the view from Dion's window, the minute details of a room being lived in.
And then, he'd realized that in laying back on the bed, the feathers of his wings had become incredibly ruffled. So, he set to curling them around him, fingers carding through to smooth them out, to remove any loosened ones.
And as Dion stumbles through the door, that's exactly how he finds Joshua - seated on the edge of his bed, fingers running deeply through his feathers, straightening them and smoothing them into something a bit more carefully groomed. But Dion's entrance makes him look up, and he smiles. Which turns a bit lopsided as he takes in the vague pinkness in his cheeks. What is that about? ]
I do hope you didn't rush yourself in returning.
[ But his voice is soft, warm, fond. If he did, Joshua couldn't blame him for it. He would have, too, if their positions were the other way around. ]
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And then, he'd realized that in laying back on the bed, the feathers of his wings had become incredibly ruffled. So, he set to curling them around him, fingers carding through to smooth them out, to remove any loosened ones.
And as Dion stumbles through the door, that's exactly how he finds Joshua - seated on the edge of his bed, fingers running deeply through his feathers, straightening them and smoothing them into something a bit more carefully groomed. But Dion's entrance makes him look up, and he smiles. Which turns a bit lopsided as he takes in the vague pinkness in his cheeks. What is that about? ]
I do hope you didn't rush yourself in returning.
[ But his voice is soft, warm, fond. If he did, Joshua couldn't blame him for it. He would have, too, if their positions were the other way around. ]