[He relaxes a little more at the apology, and though his eyes are hazy from fever he's watching the other carefully, listening. He nods slightly at the introductions, but spares the wheelchair only a glance. He's an angel, and one that's particularly prideful; it's not happening.]
I can fly.
[And with that, he disappears in a fluttering noise, to reappear in the lab room with an ungraceful tumble to the floor. Flying while sick is just as difficult as walking but at least no one had to push him.
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I can fly.
[And with that, he disappears in a fluttering noise, to reappear in the lab room with an ungraceful tumble to the floor. Flying while sick is just as difficult as walking but at least no one had to push him.
He just has to get up, now.]