Moonspear and there's blood on your hands

his brow furrowed. he began sorting through memories and words. he'd tried... well, nothing really... uh, solid-- and he wasn't about to let that mess tumble out of his mouth. "we've stargazed, kind of. and i've asked to do it again with her but... i mean we're just always so busy, ran, i never have time..." he trailed off. what a terrible excuse. he shook his head. "that's a terrible excuse," he vocalized, brows still knitted together. 

then, with a roll of his shoulders, terance added, "but i'm gonna do somethin about it today."