[ Damn right they're a work of art, and it's... been a while since he had someone who appreciated them like this. Granted, it's been a while since he showed them to someone, but things have been hectic.
Sam can't feel Hadrian's touch through the wings the way he could if they were flesh and real feathers - but they do have sensors that respond to pressure, temperature, air currents, and the faint grazes that do cross his skin only serve to heighten the sense of being touched.
It's a nice feeling, is all, and Sam could use it. He lets himself bask in it a little, lets himself have something good in all the shit that's going on, and tries not to feel guilty about it.
When Hadrian comes full circle, Sam gives a little quirk of a smile and tucks his wings in, curling them loosely around both himself and Hadrian and pressing lightly against Hadrian's back. ]
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Sam can't feel Hadrian's touch through the wings the way he could if they were flesh and real feathers - but they do have sensors that respond to pressure, temperature, air currents, and the faint grazes that do cross his skin only serve to heighten the sense of being touched.
It's a nice feeling, is all, and Sam could use it. He lets himself bask in it a little, lets himself have something good in all the shit that's going on, and tries not to feel guilty about it.
When Hadrian comes full circle, Sam gives a little quirk of a smile and tucks his wings in, curling them loosely around both himself and Hadrian and pressing lightly against Hadrian's back. ]
I'll take you up first chance we get. Promise.