Sure, why not? [ Apollo beams at her, cradling his coffee between his hands as he rests a hip and a shoulder against the fabricator's bulkhead. The multitude of eyes on her wings are oddly intimidating, even to someone like Apollo, but he focuses on looking at Venus's eyes as he returns her bright smile. ]

You shouldn't have to hide them, no. You should use them. They're yours and they're special and those are good enough reasons to be proud of them.

[ He pauses, takes a sip of his coffee. ]

Are they why you were at that awful camp then? Different people are "bad" -- [ He performs the airquotes with one hand ] -- or something?