Necrosis relaxed when Yves didn't reject his leaning. He felt small sitting next to Yves. The archangel's wings dwarfed him and he wasn't nearly as wise or collected. Yet he was glad he was sitting next to Yves. He was glad someone showed up. He didn't want to be alone anymore.
"Huh?" Necrosis looked at Yves with a surprised face. He looked slightly hesitant. It was a really intimate thing for someone to touch his wings, the last angel to do so was his sister Blackout. "Ah... yeah I should probably take care of them..." He shuffled aside and half opened his wing. The underside was a bright white which was a stark contrast to the blue tinted black of the top. The feathers closest to his back were broken and looked the worse out of all of them.
Necrosis bit his lip, he hadn't answered Yves's question. "I can't reach my back feathers very well..." He hesitantly said, "Could.. could you help me with that..?" He glanced over with uncertainty. He was opening himself up to Yves and it was a little frightening. Necrosis spread his wings fully and started to preen his rounded primaries. He would leave it open and just see.