He watched the Power poke his brother in the belly, in the side, again in the belly, making him giggle like he was a fledgling again. He was happy that someone could make his brother sound like that again, Abner deserved to be treated with kindness, made to feel like he was loved, like he was someone's younger brother. He took such good care of him, letting him sleep curled up against his side, holding his hand everywhere they went, doing his talking for him when Akriel came every afternoon.

It had been in the morning when he'd come, but they had trouble waking up that early, so Titus asked him to come in the afternoon.

He treated him so good, and never complained about it, letting him hang onto him as much as he wanted. Abner rubbed at his wing joints when they started to ache, he held his hand when it came time to change the bandages, he helped him get dressed in the morning.

He was an invalid.

A burden placed upon the older Sentry.

"Okay, okay, okay," he giggled brightly as he swatted at his old guardians fingers. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"You know what happens when you get cheeky with me."

"Tus! Tus!" The Older sentry kicks at him. "It won't happen again! It won't!"

"See that it doesn't." The Power lean's back, chuckling softly at the giggling mess he's made of his grown charge, some things would never change.

Abner sat up, leaning back against the pillows, rubbing at his belly and sides to rid himself of the remaining tingles. He inhales deeply, turning to gaze at his younger brother, and he sobers up quickly. "Gaddy, what's wrong?" The younger sentry shakes his head softly and looks down to his knees. "No, Gaddy, you have to use your words. Remember," he reaches over to tug on his younger brother's sleeve. "You have to talk to me. That's what Akriel said. You have to use your words."

Titus watched them closely, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking between them both carefully. Gadreel was getting better with having him around, he wasn't hiding away against the older sentry when he was around anymore, but they were still working on him using his words around others.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, baby brother, there's nothing to be sorry for." He pats the spot between his legs, adjusting his position slightly as the younger sentry crawled forward to sit in front of him, his legs crossed before him, he stretched his legs out around him. "We've talked about that."

Gadreel looks down, and he pokes him in the side lightly, smiling when the younger sentry jolted softly, a light breathy giggle escaping him. "Did you want to play too, baby brother?" He pokes him in his other side, and he twitches, giggling again. "You can play too." The Power smiles at the small giggles that come from the younger sentry. Abner rests his chin on the young sentry's shoulder. "Is it okay if Tus plays too?"

He looks up at the Power, he's always been kind, he sits with him until his sleeping drought kicks in and reads to him when he has trouble falling asleep, he'd stayed with him when Abner had to go to the Infirmary again on his own to see Akriel.

The young sentry nods softly, giggling again when the Power leans forward and pokes him in the belly, pressing back against his older brother when they poke him at the same time.

Baby steps.