"I don't know about nice. Our adopted dad really messed us up. That stuff was ... we had to steal those kind of moments one Saturday afternoon at a time."

The blankets are comforting in a way he never really imagined they could be, even with his fragile wings in the way, and he surreptitiously burrows in a little more, contorting himself to take off his shoes. His socks have card pips on them, because he is just a little bit extra, but only when he thinks no one can see. He flashes Ryou a self-conscious little smile.

"I go back and forth about wanting them here, honestly. They -" He shakes his head, and realizes that he's getting ahead of himself. Better to work himself up to the fresher pain through layers of the old familiar ones. "I should start at the beginning. I did promise to tell you about the apocalypse, after all."