Friends look out for eachother

a smile breaks out across Spider’s face, small but genuine, and they bury their face in the bouquet. it’s a soothing cocktail of floral scents, and it’s beauty gentles some of the ache in their chest. “thanks, Wyl,” they murmur, touched by his thoughtfulness. Wylan had been their first real friend in the Armada, and through all his own hardships, he’s remained unfailingly kind. they move to draw him into a hug, snuggling into his large chest. maybe he can lower his wings and make them a little house to hide in. “i’m sorry, too,” they murmur against his fur. ”i heard about Halo. i…should’ve said something sooner, but i didn’t know how.” for such a loquacious person, sometimes Spider can’t find the words. ”maybe we can split this,” they joke, gesturing to the bouquet.