When Yves brushed sand onto Necrosis's foot the angel looked over at the archangel. He saw his wings and stared at the colors in the moonlight as Yves spoke. He was right, he'd always have his family with him. Both in his heart and literally on his person. Necrosis wiped his tears as he looked back at the waves. His wings slowly withdrew from their hugging positions around him. "Yeah... you're right." He sounded emotionally exhausted.
Very slowly Necrosis tilted on his side until he leaned on Yves. He was silent during the whole action, desperately hoping Yves wouldn't say anything. Necrosis craved physical touch so badly he couldn't help it. It was such a large way of communicating for him. Necrosis was a little rigid as he tested the waters. Yves could feel his wings, they would have been ridiculously soft if they weren't so tattered.