[Serph hugs Jayce, wings folding forwards to wrap him up in feathers, heedless of the mud and blood. It sounds like Jayce needs it, the instinct just coming so easily to him. But he also remembers Jack's way of hugging, so Serph raises a hand to gently stroke back of Jayce's neck.
When he speaks his voice is calm, soft like he's trying not to startle a scared animal.]
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When he speaks his voice is calm, soft like he's trying not to startle a scared animal.]
What don't you have enough of?