[Oh, good. That's all the permission he needs, then. That means this door is now being locked, yes it is.]

Glad to hear it. I feel very honored.

[Rather than clear the space between them, though, Josh simply moves to sit on the edge of the bed that rarely gets used these days, now that they've all moved in downstairs. He leans back on his hands, crossing his ankles while minding the wings there.]

You know, I've been thinking a lot about that night a few weeks ago, when Beat first transformed for your birthday.