Broken Boulder falling for forever

He couldn't sleep.
Alarian had been in a nonstop state of 'freak the fuck out' since his conversation with Queenie— what had he been thinking, anyway? He was still mad, honestly— still thought she had acted entitled, rude— but he regretted lashing out. She was pregnant, after all. But, whatever, right? She had her dumb rank, even if it didn't really mean much (especially not without any background in the pack to back it up).
And he had— um, well, nothing. He had a pack that he was certain didn't want him running it— he had a sister who hated him— he had his grief. Pacing, the boy didn't notice Korei until he almost ran into her; he backed up a few paces with a slight huff, annoyed for a moment that she had gotten in the way. Guilt replaced the feeling, but he regarded her silently. Conversation wasn't on the list of things he was dying for, but, it was Korei. So he waited to see if she would say anything, knowing she would because, again, Korei.