Jay had pretty complicated feelings about parents week. On the one hand, even if he still had some resentfulness toward his mother, dark feelings only complicated by a nasty bout of teenage angst, he was definitely glad to see her. They had a close-knit family. Seeing Momma, though, made him remember how Pa was dead and buried. He didn't like seeing fathers around, loving or otherwise. He had always felt closer to his father than his mother, and he missed him terribly. It didn't help that Ma Guthrie kept reminding him how much he looked like his father. He didn't want to hear it anymore. Everything made him miss his siblings, too, made him worry about their well-being. He just wanted to go home. He'd learned enough control in his two months here to go back to the farm, right?
He had spoken to Sooraya the night before, but time was counting down to the big family dinner, so his mind got cluttered with thoughts once more. He needed to get out and thinking - and really, the skies had always provided him with the best place to think. So, despite the chill, he had stepped outside, unfurled his large red wings, and took to the air.
He didn't get very far, though, before he saw someone on the roof. He hesitated, flying closer. He knew how people could feel about their alone time, about thinking. But... he flew closer, with some curiosity. Were those tears? She turned away, but he couldn't turn back now. He still hadn't opened up to many people, still needed to crack out of his shell, but he liked Megan. The two were both learning to fly, which instantly made for some camaraderie. He had no idea that they shared more in common. He landed beside the pink-haired girl, kneeling down. "Hey, Megan?" he said softly, watching her worriedly. "Are you all right?"