[He shivers, groaning low in his throat, his wing still moving, trailing slowly up his side again, almost unaware of what he's doing, only knowing he needs to keep touching him.]
[....] Is it wrong? [There is something hesitant in the question, almost like a fear that the answer would be yes; as though the opinion of this virtual stranger would somehow mean the world to him (and it does, it does matter, even if he can't explain why).]