There was that concept again. Friend. After a moment's hesitation, he murmured, "Friends aren't something to take for granted. I'll always be grateful for what I've been allowed here."

He felt himself tense a little on reflex - how long had it been since he'd let someone, anyone, behind him? Especially this close? But he rolled his shoulders, wings flicking, and made himself relax. The question confused him a little, making him shift to look around one shoulder vent. "Hm? Oh..." He'd...never really allowed anyone at his wings except his trine. And for medical reasons, like Knock Out. But he nodded easily now. "Uh...sure. You don't have to, though."