[The cling might get to him later, it might not. It was hard to tell, the more emotionally messy the situation. Right now, it didn't matter how he felt, even if that stir rose up in him, the tingle in his limbs that always made him want to panic and pull away, he could shove it down and ignore it. For now, he focuses on keeping Nick pressed as close as possible between arms and wings and running his fingers softly through his hair.]

You think? I admit, I'd be fairly impressed if you did. I'm a decent judge of character in most cases. I'm gonna make you a list anyway, my face is too far above yours to stop me.

[He turns his face to kiss the top of Nick's head to prove it, but then turns his cheek to his hair again.]

You're not a bad person cause you fuss so much over every single plant I've seen and heard you have, you care more about their wellbeing than your own. Same goes for those little creature things you dote on. They'd be termed monsters in my world, but you put your heart in every one of them and they flourish, how could a thing with a bad heart give it and make things better?

I've seen how Nick and Caleb look at you, their eyes bright and joy in their smiles. You can't trick a person to love that deeply for this long and it's disservice to their feelings to think you might have. You make them happy and I can only imagine it's same for the rest of yours.

When you've got an idea in you, you practically vibrate for it, you want so desperately to reach out and change the world around you, to shape it into something better, more beautiful...there's plenty of evil in my world, from gods to monsters to people, and none of them see beauty or pure love or a world worth changing for the better. So, no, I don't think you're a bad person, Nick Ó Broin. Just a confused and hurt one. A messy as fuck one...so fine, all told.