Hushed Willows ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

he smiles a little, watching khali and lily. they're sweet, and lily deserves sweet, he thinks. lily explains the arrival of the morningsiders -- delight glances over toward the new faces, none he knows. they seem nice. he promises himself internally to make more of an effort to intergrate with them. it's baby steps, but he can manage. 

olive is next to make an announcement. truthfully delight had assumed olive and seabreeze were already officially together -- but somehow, hearing it out loud makes something in his belly twist. lily and khali, olive and seabreeze: he's surrounded by joyful couplings and it. hurts? no, he's not a mopey teen, why on earth should he feel jealous of their happiness? he can't -- he won't -- have that, not when they've all been so kind to him, so careful of his glass heart, so tolerant of his failures to function. seabreeze meets his gaze and he forces a smile, mouthing "congrats," hopeful that his clear-moon eyes don't hold any of his hurt in them. foolish boy! 

desperate to move past news of the happy marriage, delight finds his mouth opening, his attention moving back to the morningsiders. "ah, not news, per se," he begins, fumbling, "but -- well -- so -- i know it's, um, hard to go through -- changes, and -- well, i'm a historian of sorts, so -- if any of you have stories of morningside, or histories you'd like to share, i'd be happy to listen and help ... preserve them with you. my name's delight, by the way." shyly he ducks his head (he hasn't spoken so much in so long!) glancing towards his former co-leaders to make sure that was okay to say, before looking back at their newest acquistions, tentatively hopeful some will take him up on the offer.