Grammy, I stuffed up

He couldn’t help himself. He peeked at Hikaru out of the corner of his eye as they waited for his grandmother. Trying to gouge, to understand, what his friend might be thinking. He had stuck by Mortis, but… the winged boy had shown him an ugly side of himself. He wondered if that would plague Hikaru now. If he would always wonder what would set the boy off.

He didn’t like the thought that his actions might slowly and efficiently drive a wedge between them. He brought his gaze frontward again, and was greeted by the approach of his grammy. He expected her to stop before him, already she looked a little puzzled, and he wondered if she might scold him for coming so far. Perhaps that was just the inner voice in his heart, expecting trouble after what had happened.

What he didn’t expect, was the strict but loving older woman to pull him in an embrace. A startled squeak escaped him, and then he was throwing himself into the embrace. Ducking his head into her shoulder, and driving his wings around her. He held tightly, defying her efforts to pull free of him. She stopped trying the moment she felt resistance, and pulled him close again.

He buried himself in her coat, and after a moment, he realised the hiccuping half-sobbed sounds were coming from himself.