Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

The change in Delight's expression both startled and fascinated him. For a moment he was caught in watching the boy's narrow features shift. Something stirred achingly in Ali's chest as the other spoke, and he suddenly wished to reach out physically.
But he didn't. Instead he watched Delight with soft eyes, waiting for the moment he fell silent. He thought of Lennon, of how relieved he was now that his former lover had left-- at least he was given closure. Delight's fate could easily have been his own, he knew.
I'm sorry, Delight. It was quiet, and for a few beats after that he remained silent. I-- thank you. For telling me. I know it's... not easy.
He sensed Delight's shame, then, and sought to ease it, though his methods weren't quite conventional. You know, we could always run away; go up north, join a gang, become thieving degenerates.