It was kind of nice, being part of a Wing now, though J'on decided. There were times when he wanted to pull away and hide himself, but whenever he tried doing that, someone would inevitably find him and drag him back into the fold, ensuring he had no way to escape. Of course, they were all fantastic, and if he got too uncomfortable, would allow him to leave. But ever since being tapped a sevenday or so ago, things had been smoothing out. Drills were good, Fall, the one or two he'd flown so far, had been good, and he was finding it easier to bear.
Everything else though?
No, that wasn't becoming easier.
He was still fighting with himself, because the feelings for Fox had grown ever more intense, and it didn't help that he'd been tapped into White Dawn, the same Wing that the older man flew for. At least you admit now that there are feelings for him there. That wasn't a completely good thing though. Yes, he could admit to it to himself, but he couldn't to Fox. Nor to anyone else. Just thinking about the impossibility of it all made his heart ache and he looked down in his glass of wine, the third of the night - this one watered down - and frowned. You don't deserve to be sad. He can make you happy.
He finished off his drink in one breath and reached for an ale next, while G'len, one of their Wingmates, started to tell a joke. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Or think about it. Take the thoughts away, please. Otherwise I'm just going to keep drinking until I forget about it. That was one of the bad things about being graduated - now he could drink whenever he wanted, now he could turn to drink to numb it all. It wouldn't be the first time he turned to it to take away his thoughts, it wouldn't be the last time.
K'rios was used to dealing with candidates, so very little escaped his notice. One of the things that he'd managed to catch was the way Fox looked at the new kid to the Wing, and how the new kid looked at Fox. The way they interacted, when they happened to be around one another, made it more than obvious that something was going on between them, even if the two of them weren't aware of it. He smirked behind his mug of ale, and shifted his gaze from one Wingmate telling a joke to Fox, sat next to him and sure enough, the bronzerider was trying to be subtle about the way he was glancing in the opalrider's direction.
Subtle my ass. He told Iktomith, who had no intention of listening. He was more interested in being curled around a new green transfer, who seemed more than willing to let the new and strange dragon color show her around and comfort her nerves. He chuckled mentally and left him to it before leaning back in his chair and sipping from his drink, then reaching over to snatch away the strong drink he knew Fox was drinking, but that didn't even seem to grab the man's attention. "Huh..." Strange. Or not so much. Well, he wasn't wrong then, about what he'd noticed the last few days, because today wasn't the only one when he'd caught something going on.
He waved a hand in front of Fox's face and snapped his fingers. There, that should have his Wingmate's attention, and he smiled pleasantly enough when he knew he was sure to have it. "Okay, so I know G'len's joke isn't that funny." He sat there sipping Fox's drink innocently enough, then he thought of something, and his grin widened. Oh, he knew of a way to get Fox to admit it, and he just had to do it. It was something Niz would smack him for, but it was something he couldn't help but do. "So, when are you going to get off your laurels and ask the new kid out? Because if you weren't..." He smiled sweetly and sipped again, having absolutely no intention of doing so at all.