“ there's nothing left to say now.”

"Mm…?" Corbin opened his eyes and looked around, cowering a bit and whimpering softly upon finding himself trapped between all three of the others. He held tighter to Cyrus, looking nervous.

Cyrus stirred when he felt Corbin move “ you alright?” He asked softly, he noticed the others wings. Cyrus took his hand and traced down their wing tendons, resetting the resting position and causing their wings to curl up.

Corbin relaxed a little when he wasn't trapped anymore, but he was still a bit uneasy. "What's… what's going on…? How long have I been out?" He asked softly.

Cyrus shrugged and looked at the time “ it’s about eight..” he said softly and pulled Corbin closer. Cyrus shivered a bit and pulled the blanket closer

"Mmnh… did we ever have dinner…?" He asked weakly, yawning again as he tried to get comfortable. "I'm kinda hungry…"

“ no we didn’t but I can go cook if you’d like, “ he said and ran his fingers through Corbin’s hair

"Mmm… but then you'd have to leave…" He replied softly, holding a bit tighter to Cyrus.

“ i-“ he sighed when Corbin held tighter to him. “ I’ll order some takeout in a minute..” he said and relaxed a bit more, pulling Corbin onto his chest.

"Okay… from where…?" Corbin closed his eyes again and settled down when he was more certain that Cyrus wasn't going to leave him.

“ probably Taco Bell..”

"Mmkay… that's fine with me."

Cyrus nodded and ran his fingers through Corbin’s hair, kissing his head softly “ love you..”

"Love you too…" Corbin murmured softly, drawing up his wings again to keep himself warmer.

Cyrus yawned and reached over asra to grab his phone

Corbin shifted to get more comfortable, seeming more relaxed now that he was with Cyrus.

“ cori I’m smuggling you in these fucking blankets because I’m cold.”

"Mm… what are you doing…?" Corbin asked, since he didn't really hear Cyrus through the blankets.

Cyrus shimmied down in the blankets “ i said Ima smuggle you in these blankets because I’m cold.” He said

"Mmkay…" Corbin buried himself further into the blankets as well so he could be warmer, trilling softly in content.

Cyrus smile$ softly, ordering food and waking the others to ask what they wanted.

"I want uhhhh… taco…" Corbin mumbled. "But. No tomato. I don't like tomato…"

Cyrus laughed at his seriousness and ordered their food “ they said twenty minutes..”

"Okayyy…" Corbin stretched out his wings and wings a bit. "I can't reach my wings from this position and they're all disheveled and uncomfy… can you preen me?"

“ yes,” he said softly and let the other sit up before preening his wings and plucking a few broken feathers.

Corbin winced when Cyrus pulled out his feathers, but he just kept quiet and buried his face in Cyrus' shoulder.

Cyrus apologized when he pulled the broken feathers “ I’m really sorry cori..” he’d always say softly

Corbin whined softly, his wings fluttering and puffing up whenever another feather was plucked.

Cyrus eventually finished “ remind me not to play volleyball with you..” he said softly and pulled Corbin tightly into his arms.

"Mm… why? Because I suck at it?" Corbin asked, relaxing once Cyrus was done with his wings.

“ no, you break a lot of feathers.. I hate seeing you in pain because of me..”