Hushed Willows but my love is like a dark cloud full of rain thats always right there up above you

he wants to reassure her, so badly, in his own limited, failing way. he reaches out to press his nose against her cheek, briefly, quietly. guilt gnaws at him for leaving the burden to her and lily, but he knows its for the best. right now delight is in no position to offer aid as a leader -- but he can, maybe, be supportive as a friend.

her comment wins a wry smile and a tiny shake of his head. "what good is a boy who doesn't want to be one," delight says before he can help himself, and feeling heat rush his cheeks, presses on quickly, "i can remember my past but i don't think i've ever learned much from it. --maybe it's fair to say we've both overcome things," he muses, "though i still think you handle yourself with..more grace than i." he offers a shy smile, hoping there is no jealousy in his words, only affection.