“ there's nothing left to say now.”

Corbin hiccuped again and a couple of tears rolled down his pale cheeks. He buried his face further in Cyrus' shoulder, trembling. "I'm s-sorry… I shouldn't… I shouldn't have walked home without you there… I-I should've taken a c-cab or something…"

“ corbin it's not your fault so don't apologize, “ he said stern but soft. Cyrus' heart almost broke when he heard corbin start to cry, he held him closer and a little tighter. “ I've got you, I'm not going to leave your side no more,”

Corbin coughed weakly, his tight grip on Cyrus starting to waver from his trembling. He broke down in Cyrus' arms, choking back sobs as his wings puffed up in distress. He wanted to apologize again, but he was having trouble forming coherent words.

Cyrus teared up a bit from corbin crying. He held onto him on ce the other let go “ its okay.., I got you” he mumbled calming words to the other, trying his best to support him.

It took a while for Corbin to settle down again, finally relaxing somewhat in Cyrus' arms. His breathing was still ragged and shallow, and he was pretty much limp, but he seemed to have stopped crying at least.

“…” Cyrus snuggled corbin when he finally relaxed, wiping some blood from his face to keep it off corbin. He sighed and kissed corbins head

"I'm… I'm sorry for making a bit thing out of this…" Corbin whispered after a bit. "P-People get mugged all the time… I shouldn't be so upset about it…"

“ you should be upset, cori that was serious. You could have gotten hurt.” he said an looked at corbin

Corbin sighed shakily. "Y-Yeah, but I didn't really get hurt, so now I'm kinda just being a wuss about it…"

“ no corbin you're taking this seriously,” he said and rubbed corbins back. “ I promise you you're not being a wuss”

Corbin looked up at Cyrus weakly, his expression changing to confusion and concern when he saw Cyrus' face. "Cy, what… what happened? You're bleeding!"

“ I'm fine, “ he said while whipping his face. “ it's nothing serious. “ he said trying to avoid the subject.

"Cyrus, it doesn't look good… w-we gotta clean you up. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" Corbin asked worriedly.

“ because I was worried for you, yours was more important than my little cut. “ he said and sat up.

Corbin sighed softly. "I'm sorry…" He held a bit tighter to Cyrus, fighting between not wanting to let go and not wanting to be burdensome.

Cyrus held corbin tightly, “ would you quit saying sorry, it's not your fault,” he said with a laugh, trying to brighten the mood. “ blue jays are tough! I'll make it through,” he said smiling at corbin

Corbin fought the urge to apologize for apologizing so much. "I just… I'm worried about you, and I feel like I prevented you from treating your injuries by… my whole thing."

“ I was going to ask if you’d do it anyway, so either way I still wanted to tend to you first. It can’t be that bad right? I’ve not passed out yet, so we’re good” he said, Cyrus let Corbin up to go get cleaned and bandaged up.

Corbin sighed softly and followed Cyrus closely, fetching bandages and disinfectant so he could help Cyrus clean up the wounds. "Alright… how many cuts do you have?" He asked, his voice quiet.

“ three, two on my side and one on my face.” He said and faced Corbin.

"Alright, take your shirt off then so I can clean them." Corbin rubbed at his eyes for a second and drew in a wavering breath before he started to carefully disinfect the wounds.

Cyrus took off his vest and training shirt, the cuts lined along with his muscles so they would heal easily. Though the one on his cheek would take time. Cyrus flinched a bit when cog in touched his cheek. It was clear it hurt.

"Sorry… just try to keep still, okay?" Corbin gently dabbed the disinfectant on Cyrus' injuries and then got some bandages to put over them. "They're not deep enough to need stitches, I don't think, but try to be careful."

“ I will,” he mumbled “ so, now what?” he asked while slipping his shirt on.

"I dunno… relax, I guess?" Corbin leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, still a bit shaken up and trying to calm down.

Cyrus sighed, he grabbed corbins hand and led him back out to the couch, he sat along the couch and pulled corbin back into the swaddled position they were in before he got patched up. Cyrus turned on the tv “ what do ya wanna watch?”

Corbin held tightly to Cyrus once he was back in his arms, seeming to relax some. "Mmm… whatever you want is fine… won't be paying much attention to it anyway." He mumbled, shrugging.

Cyrus put on something to do with cooking and snuggled Corbin. He only partly watched it, having watched for any signs of distress in the other avain on top of him.

Corbin eventually settled down again, although his heart rate was still a bit elevated. He closed his eyes and seemed to drift off into a light sleep after a while.

Cyrus yawned snuggling into corbin. He eventually fell asleep, for once in his life he was completely comfortable