You might not be, but if the person missing those wings loves flying as I do, I'm sure they're in a bind enough.

[He didn't take on other people's problems who weren't his people, usually...but he had more than a bit of empathy for what losing that freedom would feel like.

There wasn't much for it right now, though, he'd need to pray at dawn to get the spells he'd need.

For now, he puts a hand over Oliver's, head tilting in thought.]

Flying, the beach, sex, booze, sparring, sometimes a trusted lap to crash in if it's really bad. Some combination of any of those, depending.

[He brings his other hand up to pet through Oliver's hair.]

Knowing you don't even like to walk, no sparring...you didn't touch your drink so no booze...?