He wishes things were clear cut and easy like in storybooks. But Wing knows better, even if there was a time long ago that he didn't, much.

He was too close to giving up and walking away, something without a doubt that he'd regret. So when he's pulled closer--that physical acceptance far more than the verbal--is welcome beyond words. Some of the tightness over his aching spark loosens, emotion moving over his face with a strange relief.

A solemn nod.

"If I can't in two days... Then regardless, you can go to him. I won't stop you." The pinch of worry still creases his face, but his words are deeply earnest. "I'll help you, however I can."