"Oh," Wing says, humming thoughtfully as he tightens his grip, his pace steady and unhurried. "I met Pipes, er. Earlier." He clears his vocalizer of static and swallows a shiver. "He was affected as well. ...very sweet, though."

He looks down at Mayday, refocusing his attention. "Is this good?" he asks, dropping a light kiss onto Mayday's shoulder. "Not too much?"