Broken Boulder The Red Moon Of Doom

He still isn't sure what to do with— yesterday. The state of the moon had almost escaped him, actually, lost in his own thoughts as he is. Truth be told, he's having regrets— a lot of them. Not that he can ever tell Delight that— or anyone, actually. Because even though he regrets a lot of things, he finds he doesn't regret any of it enough to take it back.
The moon's strange color, when he notices it, is a welcome distraction from the crushing anxiety that has seen him isolated for the past— however long since he and Delight had parted. What isn't welcome is Korei's call. He lifts himself from the ground with a sigh nonetheless and follows the source. His own arrival is quiet, gaze averting when he realizes Delight is already there.
Hey, He murmurs, coming up near his— his— ??? and settling just close enough to be a little more than friendly. For some reason, he still can't look at him; instead he glances up at the moon again, then turns his gaze to Korei almost expectantly.