Finally sporting fresh clothes, Ty came back into the kitchen, seeing Sky hadn't even touched his food.
The teen sighed, "Why didn't you eat?"
"Are you okay?" Sky asked, ignoring Ty's question. The burn looked nasty.
"Of course I'm okay," Ty huffed, even though his lower back burned. He took his seat next to Sky, grabbing his portion and digging in.
The pasta was pretty tasty, even if he said it himself. Sky reluctantly joined in, taking his fork and slowly eating. Ty's pasta was the best he had ever tasted.
"It was great!" he praised when they finished, smiling warmly at the pale brunet, whose cheeks flushed.
"T-Thanks," he mumbled, taking the plates and setting them in the sink. He could do the dishes later, now he just wanted to go lay down. He couldn't, though. He had to go to work.
Sighing, he went to grab his bag and his keys. He sure as hell wasn't forgetting them again. Sky silently followed after him.
"Are you coming with me?" the teen asked, fixing the straps of his backpack.
Sky nodded, shuffling his feather a little. "I can give you a ride," he offered.
Ty nervously glanced away, "Uh… That's not nessesary, I can walk," the brunet mumbled.
"Okay," Sky sighed, wings lowering in rejection.
Ty's eyes widened and he twiddled his fingers. He was battling with himself, torn between the panic that set in his stomach by even mentioning heights and the unexplainable want to make Sky happy and not look so defeated.
"B-But I'm already running late, so…" he nervously scratched the back of his neck.
Sky perked up, grabbing hold of Ty's hand and pulling him back to the living room window. He kneeled in front of him again, spreading his winds for better access. Ty uncertainly grabbed on, hooking his legs by Sky's waist.
The angel opened the window and jumped out in one fluid motion, making the air swish around Ty's ears. The teen was squeezing his eyes closed, clinging onto Sky for dear life.
"Come on, open your eyes," Sky said to the scared teen, getting a hold of his calves.
"N-No," the teen protested, shivers racking his body as the cold evening air flew past them.
"What are you afraid of? I won't let you fall," Sky reassured him, holding his calves more tightly.
Ty thought about it. Sky wouldn't let him fall. Why would he do it? He had saved him, it would be absolutely illogical to let him die now.
And Sky's hold was warm and gentle, and the sound of his wings flapping was actually really nice and calming, the soft feathers tickling his skin whenever they brushed against him.
Against his will, he opened his eyes, gazing over Sky's shoulder. They were pretty high. He gulped, holding tightly. Everything seemed so small, people looked like ants under them. Ty watched them interestedly, unconsciously relaxing a little.
Sky smiled, angling himself down. They descended in a wide circle and Sky landed in front of Ty's office building. He kneeled, making it easier for Ty to get off.
"Thank you for using Sky airlines, we hope you had a pleasant flight," he muttered sarcastically.
To his great surprise, Ty laughed, doubling over. It wasn't really because of the joke, more of a combination of the relieved stress and panic with the safety of Sky's voice. "Thanks," he whispered when he finally gained his breath again.
Sky blushed slightly, looking as Ty skipped up the stairs and inside the building. He took off his shades, sinking everything in the so loathed gray hues. He followed the little rainbow blob upstairs and into one of the offices, brushing past a few people and making sure he stayed invisible to their eyes.
Ty's office was small, but a very cozy one. It had a massive wooden desk by one wall, with a stack of papers set on top of it. Ty had to stamp and sign all of those.
The teen sighed and sat down on his chair. He started going through the papers, leaving Sky to float up and lie down in the air, waving his wings lazily once in a while to stay up.
His eyes watched the working teen with interest, eyeing the concentrated orange swirling around through the air. Ty was already done with at least seven forms by then, dutyfully scribbling his name on the lines. The sound of the ballpoint pen on paper in the otherwise silent
room slowly lulled Sky into sleep, even through he tried his hardest to stay awake, just to watch the teen's rainbow soul.
He woke up with a yawn a few hours later, to a soft humming. His head was propped up by a soft pillow and his wings were arranged to cover him. Confused, he sat up from the place on the ground where he fell.
"You up?" Ty asked, eyes not leaving the paper he was holding.
"Where did you get…?"
"From the break room. Surely no one would have missed it for those few hours," Ty explained, absent mindedly pointing to the hallway.
Sky sleeping was bound to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. The angel fell onto the wooden floor with a thud, startling the teen. He hurried over to see it the angel was alright, and then went to the break room to get him a pillow. He covered his thin frame with his own wings, and nearly squee'd at how the tan angel curled up on himself.
"What's the time?" Sky asked, picking himself up.
"Ten twenty," Ty mumbled, looking at his phone. "I'll be done in a minute," he added, doubling his efforts in writing his name as quick as possible.
Three minutes and six papers later, Ty set the pen down and finally stood up, stretching his sore muscles.
"Done?" Sky asked, back in his previous position in the air, this time holding the blue pillow under his head.
"Uh-uh," Ty nodded, grabbing his backpack. "Can you fly us home?" he asked, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Sky perk up and his eyes to shine.
"Of course!"