Caesar stopped in the doorway, watching silently as Albert settled into his bed.
"Hey," he said softly, moving across the room to stand beside the bed. "It's starting to snow."
He didn't really expect an answer. He simply stood there, arms crossed in contemplation, his eyes traveling along the crooked, battered edge of Albert's visible wing, listening to the uneven rasp of his breath.
His throat constricted painfully as he studied the scene, committing it to memory. He wouldn't cry; he was a man grown, now -- but damn it, Albert always made him feel like a little kid again.
He leaned down and tucked the blankets more securely around Albert's thin frame, smoothing them away from his injured wings as best he could. He reached out to touch him, but stopped short, holding his hand out in the cool, empty space before drawing it back.
After a moment he sat back down, resting his head on his arms now crossed over the lip of the mattress.
I've missed you, he thought sadly, unable to speak the words himself.
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"Hey," he said softly, moving across the room to stand beside the bed. "It's starting to snow."
He didn't really expect an answer. He simply stood there, arms crossed in contemplation, his eyes traveling along the crooked, battered edge of Albert's visible wing, listening to the uneven rasp of his breath.
His throat constricted painfully as he studied the scene, committing it to memory. He wouldn't cry; he was a man grown, now -- but damn it, Albert always made him feel like a little kid again.
He leaned down and tucked the blankets more securely around Albert's thin frame, smoothing them away from his injured wings as best he could. He reached out to touch him, but stopped short, holding his hand out in the cool, empty space before drawing it back.
After a moment he sat back down, resting his head on his arms now crossed over the lip of the mattress.
I've missed you, he thought sadly, unable to speak the words himself.
I've missed you.