"Mmm," Mayday hums happily, squirming as Wing strokes him. "H-he's the sweetest."

It'd be pretty nice if Pipes were here. He could hug him and then he'd know what to do with his hands instead of them wandering aimlessly about - pressed against his face guard, then clutching at his shoulders, then stretching above his head, then shyly tapping Wing..m

"It's- nh! It's good!"

And it's a good thing he's not standing, because Wing is positively reducing him to a trembling jelly.