To be honest, Will had been more lost in his own thoughts than paying attention to the other person. That was until he heard the male voice asking him a question and his gaze went slightly up towards the source of it. “I-I’m sorry…?” he replied, a bit uncertainly, noticing the wings on the other’s back. Was he hallucinating again?
“You’ve been standing there for the past five minutes staring at me,—-” he said cautiously, confused why the man didn’t realize what he had been doing. Sam contemplated on jumping down to talk to the man, but decided against it. “Do you need something?” The avian-boy formed his question differently this time, hoping he would answer. The sudden amount of company he had been getting was overwhelming, which was why he stayed up high on his perch, where no one could reach him.
