Behind his closed door, Kyire stood rigid at the foot of his bed facing him with a slight pink across her cheeks. She had never been behind a closed bedroom door with Nero before. His eyes grew wide, and he immediately backed up into the corner of the room to give her space.

'I'm sorry, but Nico would explain what I'm trying to in a way that would absolutely scare you off. I need a moment without her big mouth ruining everything I say or do in sincerity.' He swallowed hard and waited for a sign that it was okay to continue on with his explanation. The singer sat on the end of the bed very gingerly and placed her hands neatly in her lap. Her head dipped down as she took a deep breath and exhaled as slowly as she could. When she was done, she looked straight at Nero with a level of determination he knew so well. It was now or never.

'A Devil Trigger is my Demon form. It's very helpful, and I believe it's what brought my arm back. But, I'm worried that you won't like how I look. I am not human when I'm in Devil Trigger. It's my arm on fuckin' steroids.'

'Nero!'

'Sorry...'

'Well, for starters, I do not like the fact that you think so poorly of my love. I have always loved you, and your arm or your heritage hasn't ever stopped that. And secondly, I think your language is the only thing I'm really struggling with right now.' She closed her eyes and placed her hands over her heart. 'You are the only piece of my family that I have left. And even if you weren't, I have always seen you as the one for me. That includes accepting all of you. Like the fact that I know you swear when I'm not around. And the fact that you talk to Nico about a woman's... Shapeliness... from time to time. Like the fact that you are not entirely human, and the fact that you would always have emotional baggage due to having no understanding of your family lineage. I've stayed here, with you, because you matter to me. Always have and always will.'

'Thank you, Kyrie. Don't think it hasn't gone unnoticed.' His smile was as wide as humanly possible. Balling his fists and reflecting on all the fears he had previously, Nero decided to trust that Kyrie would be okay. 'And, now that I know your stance, I feel as though the only way to help you understand is to just show you. Do you think that would be okay, or an occasion for another time?'

'This isn't a decision I should be making. It should be you. It's your body and your choice.' Nero blushed in turn and laughed uncomfortably.

'You make it sound like we're about to lose our virginity...' And the words could no longer be taken back. They were out in the open and he felt like an asshole all over again. 'I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me, I just said the first thing that came to mind...'

'It's perfectly okay, Nero. I did say it in a way that could be misconstrued to mean that. But, I still stand by it. We haven't had our first time because of that exact belief. I know you are probably screaming a little on the inside, but I also know that you would never demand we get physical. I respect that part of you. And now I'm also showing you the same courtesy.' His footsteps were heavy on the floor as he closed their distance. He loved her and was so grateful to know that they were able to talk and understand one another. Yes, he had been dying to have their first time, but he respected her. And after this conversation he realised they were both in a position to fear the "finality" of the action. Sex would create a level of closeness that you can't go back from. And if it wasn't what the other liked or felt ready for, it could strain the relationship forever. And the Devil Trigger, though cool, was a terrifying form made to destroy whatever was in his way. Both actions could make their relationship stronger, or break it.

His hand brushed against her cheek and pulled a loose strand away from her face. He pulled his lips into his lopsided smile while he contemplated his next move. He stood up straight and shook out his nerves in preparation. Now or never.

'It's my choice, huh? Well, I want to put all the cards on the table.' A soft blue glow manifested around his shoulders and back, unveiling his spectral wings and their grasp on his shirt. A flicker of red began to consume his eyes in a bright glow. He looked at his hands before peering ever so slowly over to Kyrie. It was hard to look at her, but wanted to know sooner rather than later how she would take it. 'This isn't all of it. This is just the wings for now. I'm not really ready to go full Devil Trigger tonight.'

'I think you look almost angelic. Thank you for showing me, Nero.' She placed her hand up to his own and clasped the tips of his right hand. She felt as though she would break him if she grasped him too tight. All she could do was be present and give him time to become comfortable in this form around her. It was still him.

'It's still in my colours, but much more functional. I can even fly a little,' he choked out between a giddy laugh. 'Thank you for welcoming me, all of me, home.'