Wing's face melts into a smile, bright and sweet, and he leans in to touch his lips softly to Cyclonus' before he draws back and settles again, curled up warm on his side and his optics still on Cyclonus' face.

"I'm so glad," he says, and he sounds like he means it, fingertips trailing light down Cyclonus' breastplate until he cups his palm against Cyclonus' side, stroking absent, gentle circles with his thumb.