"Jason! Don't talk like-" Ty sprang from his seat on the floor, cleaning forgotten in a fraction of a second. He barged through the hallway, a lecture already ready on his tongue, but he stopped at the front door.
He stood still, eyes wide, heart beating, as he watched the familiar tanned figure nurse his red cheek. "-...that..."
His eyes roamed the angel - without wings now; he wondered why - up and down, confirming every detail of his outfit to make sure it was really, really Sky. He still couldn't believe it, though.
He stepped closer, hand reaching out to touch Sky's cheek, before pulling away at the last second. What if he'd... Crumble... Like the last time?
Even without having the ability to see the Soul Colors anymore, Sky could clearly imagine the confusion weaving its trails around the young teen. What he couldn't imagine were the strings of gratitude and joy spreading in the place of sadness and self-loathing.
The teen looked down at his brother with teary eyes. Jason nodded, turning around and walking back inside, but not before glaring at Sky and motioning to his eyes and then Sky's with a frown.
"Ty, I-" Sky started, but it seemed that everyone wanted to cut him off today.
But he didn't mind, because it was Ty, and Ty just threw himself into his arms, sobbing and crying and saying strings of apologies. He didn't know what to do, so he just wrapped his arms around the teen, whispering apologies back to him and waiting for him to calm down.
It took a few long minutes, but Ty managed to get his sobs under control. He pulled away, hand reaching up to slide the dark shades out of the way. There was no point in them now, anyway.
Velvety eyes met soft golden and they both smiled.
Ty leaned up, standing on his tiptoes to be able to kiss Sky. He weaved his fingers through Sky's brown hair, melting in the angel's - he still didn't understand the lack of wings - arms.
"H-How...?" Ty asked when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.
"Ryan's magic," Sky mumbled, bringing Ty closer to himself. The teen mumbled, absentmindedly remembering Bodil mentioning someone of that name. He traced patters over Sky's back, laying his head on his shoulder.
He hummed, looking up, "Why are you hiding your wings?" he asked.
Sky looked down with a sort of sad yet relieved expression. He smiled softly, ruffling Ty's brunet hair. "I don't have them anymore," he murmured.
"What?!" Ty jolted away, looking at Sky with wide eyes. "What do you mean 'you don't have them anymore'?!"
"I lost them," Sky explained. "I am a human now."