He thinks he's been released. Maybe when this mess is sorted, the feeling of being trapped and lectured will pass. The feeling of accusation will pass. Hopefully, it will.

He'd like to go back to simple conversations without feeling the need to be defensive. That had been nice... he'd felt accepted...

Thinking it's time to return to work, he turns, taking a few silent steps before the question comes. He halts, his back turned. And despite himself, his wings flick.

"I'm speaking with her tonight," he says, truthfully. She'd been busy running around to see to others, as he had. He's proud of her, for that. One more thing he needs to tell her.