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"you know gri? your eyes are-"
"very pretty?" grian teases, already having a feeling what jimmy would say. the canary always told him that. always told him the same thing.
he has lost count at this point. jimmy never fails to compliment his eyes. it does something to his heart. makes it twist, almost painful.
but its not painful. no, quite the opposite in fact.
he wouldnt ever admit that though. because admitting that came the storm of rejection and abandonment and-
grian swallowed, he really didnt want to think about that.
"yeah.. they are." jimmy mumbles, looking back over at the setting sun.
"whats the reason this time tim?" grian cant help but ask, keeping his eyes locked into the sun while jimmy turns his head towards him once again.
oh boy, he just set himself up didnt he?
"they- they mix between purple and brown." jimmy almost hesitates on his words, afraid maybe mentioning the purple would set grian off. It luckily didnt, instead just make his gaze slightly falter.
"in the sun theyre bright and colorful and its *beautiful*. I love staring at them" his voice is sickeningly sweet, dripping with affection and grian feels his heart start to race in his chest.
"and theyre just so *you*. they match you." Grians feathered ears come up to cover his face, same with the ones on top of his head. he hears jimmy let out a small laugh but besides that, theres nothing.
until suddenly he feels jimmy scoot closer, and a wing wrap around him. It gently pulls him in.
Grian cant find it in himself to pull back.
Jimmy lets out a soft sigh before resting his head onto grians shoulder, its a bit weird- regarding their height difference. but it works in the end.
it remains still and silent for a long moment after that, grian sitting up tensely and jimmy watching as the sun goes down. But it wasnt awkward, it was more of a comforting silence.
slowly but surely, he uncovers his face. instead staring at how the sky grows darker and stars slowly start to appear.
grian moves his gaze to jimmy, whos just peacefully sitting still next to him. Hes also watching the sky, and grian feels the sickeningly sweet feelings come back rushing to him.
"if we're spitting out compliments-" grian starts eventually, willing himself to look away "then i would have to say your wings are gorgeous."
it contrasts a lot of what hes said in the past, but with jimmys chirpish gasp, he finds it worth it.
"really?" the other asks, almost afraid to hear the answer. It makes grians heart hurt with a slight amount of guilt, but he wills it away and instead clears his throat.
"they look like theyre made out of gold during the day." grian says quietly and he feels the others wings puff out proudly. He couldnt help but let a snort escape him.
"thank you grian." jimmy says honestly, reaching over and grabbing his hand gently.
"youre welcome." grian squeezes jimmys hand back.