All that the light touches

When Ollie ducked into another room, wylan struggled for a moment. Feeling antsy as he fought himself. His first instinct was to follow his brother and offer physical comfort. To wrap him in a wing, and hold him close. But he knew that was exactly what Ollie was escaping. 

He looked around the room, and found some of his interest in exploring had been sapped. His heart hurt for his brother, and had no outlet. He pulled his wings tightly into his side, where they couldnt get him into any trouble. He wanted to make this work with him and Ollie, he wanted it more then anything. His brother wouldn't be moving out on his account. 

“I underst--its okay Ollie. You do what you need to do.” He fumbled, trying not to lie to his brother. He didn't understand. When he was scared or hurt or lonely, the tighter he was held the better everything became. But Ollie wasn't Wylan, and he loved his brother enough to try and learn. “Maybe we should ask dad, or see if he'll give us a hint?” He suggested