Back-winging a touch, Summer came to a hover and waited for Tony to catch up, reaching for his hand when she did. His wingspan was incredible, and the sunlight pulled brilliant red highlights out of his feathers. “Tony, you look amazing. How do you feel?”
He took her hand when he came up even with her, eyes sweeping over her wings as he did. In answer to her question, he grinned a grin that was rarely seen. Almost childishly gleeful and so unabashedly happy that it seemed impossible, given his recent moods. And then he laughed, simply because he could, and figured that was answer enough.
She had to laugh with him; he was so happy it was literally intoxicating for her. “Come on,” Summer cried, and flung herself further upward, throwing a few barrel rolls and loops in, circling back to dip under his feet. “Dance with me, Tony!”