never taught me how to drown

She held so tightly to him, and he pulls her gently closer with his wing cocooning them a little against the world. He was definitely drunk, and his movements were a little more jerky now. Staggered. He pulled his other wing forward, wrapping it around her to help stabilize himself. And because he wanted to. She smelled like spring, and honey. Like Elderberry, and alcohol that burned beneath his skin. 


"You love me?" He asked, not entirely sure what he was asking. What it meant.  Her closeness was lighting a fire inside of him. He wanted something, but he didn't know what. Maybe just to hear those words again. To know he mattered to somebody. Mattered to her. He could almost see something. A thought that felt almost impossible. Love, family. Someone that wouldn't leave him.