Feo blinked rapidly, his thoughts still scrambled from the heat pulsing through him, the ache lingering in places he didn’t want to think about right now. The sudden shift in Lucius’s energy was almost disorienting. One second, he was smug and teasing, pushing every single one of Feo’s buttons with frightening precision. The next, he was standing there, all concern and focus, acting like he hadn’t just sent Feo into a downward spiral of absolutely shameless thoughts.

Feo forced himself to straighten, swallowing thickly. He needed to get it together.

His wings twitched once, then flared open again, stirring another gust of warm air before they settled awkwardly at his sides. His face was still burning, his body still too hot, but he forced himself to push past it. He needed to function again.

“I—” His voice cracked, and he immediately cleared his throat, trying to salvage what little dignity he had left. “I’m—yeah. Better. Fine.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair, still struggling to shove away the phantom sensations Lucius had burned into his brain.

Then, as if Lucius’s concern wasn’t already difficult enough to process, the bastard had to touch him.

Feo stiffened the moment Lucius reached out to help him up, his fingers brushing his wrist, his palm warm and solid against his own as he was pulled up. The contact sent a sharp jolt through him, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek, barely suppressing the embarrassing noise that threatened to slip out.

He was not going to humiliate himself any further.

Not right now.

Feo forced himself to focus on the question. That was safe. That was something he could actually manage without falling apart completely.

"The wrap’s helping," he admitted after a moment, glancing down at his side as if that would somehow help him focus. "Still stings a little, but I’ll live."

He hesitated, then let out another small, breathy laugh, still slightly dazed from everything that had just happened.

"Not sure if it’s the wrap working or if you just distracted the pain away," he muttered, finally looking back up at Lucius, his eyes still blown wide, his lips still curled in a half-nervous, half-amused smile. "I—I think you might actually be dangerous."

His wings flicked again, still restless, still fighting to shake off the lingering heat crawling under his skin. He lifted his hands to his head, fingers moving with practiced ease as he undid the tie holding his hair back. A cascade of black curls tumbled over his shoulders, some strands catching the sunlight in deep blue highlights. The weight of it was familiar, comforting. It was something to do—something to focus on—rather than dwelling on the lingering heat simmering under his skin.

His fingers trailed absentmindedly down to his jaw, brushing over the rough patches of stubble beginning to grow in. It wasn’t much yet, just a fine grit beneath his fingertips, but it was enough to irritate him. Another few days, and it’d be noticeable.

Would Lucius like him with a beard? Would he prefer it? Would he dislike it? Would he not care?

As he ran his fingers along his jawline, his gaze flicked toward Lucius, who was busy grabbing the suitcase. Feo watched him carefully, something unreadable flickering behind his bright eyes. His mind was still too cluttered with everything Lucius had done to him in the last few minutes. Every teasing smile, every smug comment, every touch.

And yet, Lucius was back to being... Lucius. Acting like none of it had happened. As if he hadn’t just cracked Feo open and sent him spiraling.

Feo clicked his tongue, rubbing at his jaw again, the roughness beneath his fingers grounding him. Unbelievable.

"So, what, you’re just gonna act normal now?" he mumbled, mostly to himself, shifting his weight and flexing his fingers. "Like you didn’t just—" He cut himself off, groaning slightly as he turned his face away, his hair shifting with the movement. "Ugh. Never mind."

His wings flared slightly again before tucking back against his back. He felt too much all at once. Too hot, too restless, too aware of the man standing just a few feet away.

With a deep breath, he let his head tip back, eyes slipping shut for just a moment as the wind ruffled through his hair. Maybe the fresh air would cool him down. Maybe it would shake loose whatever had wormed its way under his skin.