Icarus was wanting to fly again. But you knew what happened last time; He had fallen and drowned, luckily he survived. He was greedy and intense, always wanting the euphoria of flight. but this was too much for you, what if he fell again? What if he got carried away and died for good? No, no, you wouldn't bear it. Icarus chuckled softly at you, his sweet eyes watching yours fondly as he used his wings to envelop you both in pleasant warmth.*

Hey, relax! I won't fall, I promise.