[It's not a full break in the clouds, but it's pale, lancing sunlight still to see Falco melt with something besides discoloured slime. He looks more like himself when there's a spark of hope in his eyes, and Paul thinks that's what brothers are for: cupping hands around that light when the sky greys over and the wind whips cold.]
I'd like that.
[There'd be no stopping Falco, but there's a difference between help foisted on someone and help invited in. Falco should always feel like he's welcome. Paul breathes out with a ripple of light threading through his curls, and the air temperature drops by half a degree.]
As long as it has a happy ending. Promise?
[Another inevitability, but if he asks, he gets to pair it with a crooked smile and the new lightness of his voice. If he asks, that's more proof he believes in them.]
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I'd like that.
[There'd be no stopping Falco, but there's a difference between help foisted on someone and help invited in. Falco should always feel like he's welcome. Paul breathes out with a ripple of light threading through his curls, and the air temperature drops by half a degree.]
As long as it has a happy ending. Promise?
[Another inevitability, but if he asks, he gets to pair it with a crooked smile and the new lightness of his voice. If he asks, that's more proof he believes in them.]