{/Out of fatigue, the Metallica closed his eye lids. In the faint light that diminished the darkness of the lonely area, Angus’ whiten lashes of his eye’s shimmered, like crystals. It was faint, but the boy’s features held a small smile, that was subjected to only grow from now on. Though, his skin was made of metal, and was indefinitely cold, Angus felt… The boy felt warm for the very first time in his short life. What was warmth to be exact? It was what the sun radiated 8 minutes away from the sun, was it not? …. No, that definition did now sound right, what so ever.
Angus thought about it for a little bit, his smile, indeed, growing wider. The boy contently sighed as a human would.} “….War-mth is when… two enti-ties are close… When feelings are mu-tual… That is- also warmth.”
Angus reopened his eye’s, his crystal blue optics penetrating a gaze into the man’s eye’s above him.
"And... also when they feel they could make each other happy and satisfied."
> The words came off his mouth unconsciously, he didn't quite knew what love would be like, but... the words seemed to be a good description. He held the boy tightly and kissed his forehead. The feel in his heart was warming and comfortable. He just wanted to spend some time embracing the boy. It felt, indeed, really good.