Chapter seven, Acceptance By One:

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Draighean felt a thump on his back and his black seagull sat on his shoulder, cawing at Adare. His hands flew out of his pockets, reaching up to grab it before it tried to get Adare. Too late!
It took off towords the boy, squaking like a mad chicken.
Adare just stood stock-still, like he was shocked, and ducked a milisecond before it's claws were to rip open his face. It flew over him, doing a loop around and coming back.
Draighean leaped over to his boyfriend and pushed him back in protection, spreading his arms wide, "Akita, stop!"
The bird faultered, falling to the ground at the order and struggling to stand up.
Draighean turned to Adare, "Are you hurt?"
Adare was about to say no when he held up his finger and a long cut oozed out over the long arm sleeve of his tight red T-shirt.
Draighean cursed under his breath, pulling a roll of bandages out of his pocket, "Crap, hold still."
Adare held up his hand while he taped and looked over his shoulder at the bird struggling futily to get Draighean's attention. It flapped a few times, squaked as if unsure of what to do, and flapped again.
Adare took a deep breath, sending it into a calm whistle tune, letting it flow through the breeze to calm the fluttering bird.
The seagull stopped moving at once as if to listen and, when he cut the song off, turned and flew away silently.

Adare sat on the end of Draighean's bed, examining his neatly wrapped arm in awe, "This is very good." He flexed his fingers. They were given the perfect amount of room to move and mold to pick up certain things.
Draighean smiled, sitting beside him, "Lots of practice," he held up his own arm that had been mostly hidden under his sleeve, showing him the long white wrapping, "I get hurt alot, walking on rocks and things."
Adare noticed they had opposite arms bandaged and grasped his taped hand in his own like a handshake, "Cool."
Draighean chuckled, "Hungry?"
Adare let his other arm drape over his flat stomach, "A bit."
Draighean squeezed his hand before standing up and releasing it, walking to the doorway, "Be back in a sec."
Adare smiled to himself. Draighean never asked him what he wanted, he just sort of knew. He turned to gaze out the window, curling up in a ball with his knees pulled to his chest, "The ocean is so peaceful..." An image of Draighean smiling at him popped up in his head. Adare smiled, closing his eyes.

When Adare woke, Draighean was sitting next to him on the bed munching on french toast ha had made. He looked down at his friend and swallowed, smiling, "Morning, Adare." Adare quickly sat up, "Oh! I'm sorry, did I fall asleep?" Draighean handed him his lunch, laughing, "Yeah. Only for a bit, though." Adare smiled, beggining to eat as Draighean set his own plate aside, "Wow, it's great! You should be a chef, Draighean!" Draighean waited until he was finished to take his plate and fork and stand up, "Follow me, Mother has something for you." Adare hopped off the bed, trailing him as he put the dishes in the dishwasher and sat at the kitchen table. Maria, sitting at the head, smiled widely, "I heard the good news! Congrats, Adare and Draighean!" Draighean sighed, "We're not gettting married." Adare smiled shyly, "Thanks, Maria."