Cry fell to his knees, leaning forward and sweeping Felix into his hands, holding him close. Felix screamed and struggled to break free as Cry held him tightly, the weeks of having been away from the Swede and the sudden reunion dulling his knowledge of caution.
“Let go! Cry please!” Felix yelled as he tried to break away, wings flapping strongly but failing to move him in any direction. Another loud scream escaped him as his wing smacked into Cry’s curling fingers, dislocating something inside it. The loud sound made Cry break from his zone, pulling his hands back quickly to look at the winged Swede with a panicked gaze.
“Felix...” Cry murmured, running his finger along the white wing. Felix winced in pain as Cry’s finger ran over the dislocation. “Hang on” He told him as he gently gripped the sore part. Felix bit his lip as Cry snapped it back into place, making Felix cry out as he wrapped his arms around Cry’s thumb, sobbing into it gently. It made Cry’s heart flutter with warmth. Felix was real. He really was there.
“You’re real...” Cry said before pulling Felix close again. It was much more gentle this time, tips of fingers brushing along the Swede’s back, between his wings and across his shoulders. Felix hiccupped, burying his face in Cry’s shirt before wailing loudly.
“I watched you!” Felix shouted between his sobs and screams. “I watched you tear yourself apart, hide away from the world. You weren’t just hurting yourself, You hurt the others but most of all, you hurt me... I sat there and watched you. Listened to you. I heard you crying at night time in the bedroom. I heard you cussing out Miss Moore for trying to tell you it wasn’t your fault. I heard it all!”
Cry sat in shock, still holding Felix close. His heart pained him greatly and he slowly drew his knees in, pressing them against his hands to keep his small Swede close.
“I’m sorry...” He whispered, voice refusing to work any louder. Felix quietened, pulling back from the cloth to look up at Cry.
“I’m sorry!” He said louder, voice slowly climbing in volume.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!” He screamed, making Felix wince silently. “I’M SORRY FELIX” His voice was loud and suddenly Felix realized what he had just said. Cry was grieving. He didn’t get the consolation Felix had received so early in his grief. He wasn’t told he’d see his lovable friend again. Cry had to deal with his failure on his own. Nobody, not even Miss Moore could understand how strong their bond was. Nobody could understand how much it hurt to know he’d failed by just a hair’s breadth. How if he was a few seconds quicker, He could have gotten to Daryl, fixed it all and kept his friend with him. But he’d slipped up, earning the consequences with it. Grief. Anger. Sadness. All those things bubbling with nobody to help him. Felix’s own words stabbed him in his heart as he curled back into the cloth, nuzzling gently.
“It’s okay... I know... I know you’re sorry but I’m sorry too. You were dealing with so much and I...” Felix trailed off, muffling his words with the shirt he clung to, drawing in its scent and relaxing in it.
“Hey...” Cry gently rubbed his thumb on the back of Felix’s head. “Let’s eat hm?” He asked, looking to the pancakes. He could salvage them but he’d need to make some more milk. “We’ll eat pancakes and milk yeah?” He asked. Felix nodded silently and Cry stood, picking up the pancakes and cleaning the mess before readying more milk.
Felix sipped the warm milk, feeling it seep into his mind and make him drowsy. His body felt warm for the first time since he had woken in the clouds above. Cry smiled as he gently settled his hand over Felix, watching as the smaller parted his wings from around his body to wrap his arms around Cry’s finger before using his wings as an extra layer of comfort, wrapping them around the finger too. It brought warmth to Cry again, reminding him of simpler days.
“Everything’s going to be okay now. I promise Felix...” Cry whispered as he smiled at Felix, stroking his white wings with his free hand.
“I promise... my friend”
Felix awoke groggily, opening his eyes to see Cry wearing a large grin. It confused the Swede for a moment before his hearing tuned in and he found himself grinning to.
“Hey guys, this is Cry plays-” Felix found himself snuggling closer as Cry talked and played, just reveling in the fact the two were back together and it seemed that nothing had ever happened to begin with. The only reminder for the two that such a thing had occurred a month ago was Felix’s soft wings that had grown back some feathers while he slept. His halo brightened considerably, glowing from all angles and not just Cry’s general direction. He felt healthier too, all the pain he had felt from Cry having vanished for good, reassuring him that Cry was pain free too.
Felix drew his guitar from the air as Cry sat uploading his video. The Swede turned, pressing his wings flat to Cry’s chest and using his feet to keep him in place as he began to play. Cry grinned at the tune and soon tuneless singing began to accompany the tune, making them both laugh.
“Hey...” Felix began, stopping his strumming. It made Cry look down at him. “Could we go see Miss Moore and Daryl? I think you should say sorry” Felix looked to his feet, unsure if he was in the right position to ask Cry to do such a thing.
“I think you’re right” Cry replied, stunning Felix. “Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll go”
Cry had forgotten how soft Felix’s skin was until he was aiding him with washing himself. He took care of the wings while Felix washed himself and his halo. The feathers were soft and Cry took care around the new ones that were coming in yet it pained him to know it was his own fault.
“I’m sorry for your wings you know” Cry said as he washed and brushed them. Felix shook his head.
“You know... if you didn’t take it as bad as you did and make me lose feathers, We wouldn’t have met” He replied. Cry dropped the brush into the sink, making Felix jump.
“I’m sorry” Cry said again. “But... thank you for staying even when I couldn’t see you”
“It’s alright” Felix replied, shaking his wings free of water and flapping upwards, letting water drip off him as he stretched. Cry smiled, getting a facewasher and wrapping his small form in it, watching as his body went limp quickly, relaxing in the warmth.
“Do you want some other clothes? Or just stay in that wonderful robe?” Cry asked, pointing to the white robe on the sink.
“The robe is sexy but I’d like something else” Felix chuckled, making Cry smile.
“Alright, come on then” Cry said as he carried the winged Swede to the bedroom.
Cry looked over at Felix as he stood there, fuming angrily.
“What?” Cry asked as he approached, bending down to see. Felix grumbled as he held up a shirt, white as snow.
“They keep changing” He moaned as he grabbed a green shirt, watching as it turned white at his touch. Cry giggled.
“Not funny!” Felix shouted.
“It is!” Cry giggled in reply. Felix pouted, sliding on his white shirt and jeans before crossing his arms and turning his lips into a pout. Cry smiled softly as he wrapped his fingers around Felix, bringing him in for a hug.
“This isn’t getting you out of trouble” Felix told him, earning a soft chuckle.
“Cry!” Miss Moore exclaimed as the man entered the care home, grinning widely.
“Hello there” Cry replied casually as he pulled up a chair, sitting down in front of her. They both smiled and the air softened with it. Felix crawled from his hiding spot into the American’s lap, getting comfortable in his hands.
“Listen,” Cry began. “I’m sorry for how I acted before... Yelling at you and-” Cry was cut off as arms encircled him. They pulled him close and Felix felt a warmth inside at seeing Miss Moore forgive so easily.
“I know why you did what you did. I understand” She said as she stroked Cry’s hair a little before releasing him and taking her seat again.
“Hey Miss Moore” Felix said with a grin, looking up at her with joy.
“So how have you been Cry?” Miss Moore asked. Both men frowned.
“Miss Moore?” Felix asked.
“Wait... you can’t see him?” Cry questioned, fear building inside him.
“See who? What are you talking about love?” She responded, confused.
“It’s Felix” Cry lifted the Swede so he could be seen better. Miss Moore looked confusedly at him.
“You’re holding nothing.... Your hands are empty” She told him. Cry stared in shock, hands slowly lowering back to his lap while Felix sat unresponsive.
“But... He’s right there” Cry said, looking in his hands to see Felix slowly curl his wings around himself. “Feel. Just touch” He requested. Miss Moore nodded, moving her hand to where Felix was.
A gasp escaped both Cry and Felix as Miss Moore’s fingers passed straight through him, feeling nothing at all. The Swede looked up, seeing the hands inside his form yet not feeling them at all. His eyes widened, breath picked up and a ear-splitting scream escaped him as he clutched the sides of his head, trying to calm himself. Cry winced and hurried to calm Felix, pulling him away from Miss Moore’s hand and stroking his back and head but to no avail as the Swede screamed louder and louder.
“Cry... There’s nothing there” Miss Moore repeated, making the man shake his head.
“He is! He is there!” Cry insisted, feeling his own panic well inside him.
“Cry. There isn’t anything there. This isn’t healthy... you need to see someone”
“He’s there... He is... He is...” Cry said, voice dropping as seeds of doubt began to sow in his mind. What if he wasn’t there? If he was crazy? They almost took root but the warmth that Felix radiated, the softness of his feathers, the joy he radiated. Felix was real. One hundred percent.
“He’s real” Cry said simply before standing and turning, marching out of the home and leaving Miss Moore on her own. She sighed and looked to Cry’s chair, seeing a small feather there. She picked it up and looked to the door.
Perhaps Cry wasn’t lying after all.
Cry opened the door and closed it quietly, sniffling Swede buried in his shirt with wings wrapped around him, shielding him from the world.
“Hey... come on Felix” Cry said as he tried to slip the angel a piece of pancake but was only met with silence. “Hey, come on. It’ll be okay” Cry tried to persuade, managing to cause Felix to lift his head, tear filled eyes glistening at the American.
“Yeah...” He mumbled, nuzzling back into the shirt. Cry sighed, lying down on the couch and settling his hands over the Swede in a comforting manner. A shuddering breath left the Swede, followed by another. Cry sighed but didn’t complain as he held his hands in place. He wasn’t in the position to complain. Felix watched him have his breakdown for the whole month without being able to stop it at all, the least he could do was stay there and hold his friend as he had his moment.
“I’m really dead... She couldn’t see” Felix said as he stared blindly into space.
“I can. That’s all that matters” Cry told him. Felix sighed and curled in more.
“Yeah... That’s all that matters” He repeated before closing his eyes and letting himself drift.