It was a positive thing, this, being able to move about more freely outside. Knowing that Wren was acting out in a more teenage fashion rather than the whole ‘being consumed by flames due to my phoenix heritage’ one. The type of fever that couldn’t be accurately diagnosed, which had sent them to try and find more answers as to who they were. How to handle themselves.
He glanced at the person sitting opposite him, hesitant, before speaking up for the first time in probably too many minutes of near complete silence. “I’m... thankful for your company. You’re - You seem to be fairly knowledgeable of those around, not that I’m using you for intel or anything of the sort, but...” A slightly shorter pause, lips pursed. “...a friend is a good thing to have. Even at my age.” Lips pressed again at the self-deprecating tone in the latter, eyes peering at the other cautiously. This much, friendship, even coffee, he could allow for. He thought.
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