Broken Boulder the curse of delight singing-sunlight

Oh. His expression fell slightly. Thanks for that, Delight. He wished he knew what to say anyway, gaze trailing his friend's delicate features. Alarian really got the feeling he didn't want sympathy, though— call it a hunch. So instead he glanced away, back to the plants. There was a brief silence before his eyes found Delight again.
Y'know, He started, immediately aware he was about to say something he'd regret. I'm— despite... everything— Your pack disbanding, Queenie being pregnant, half the pack being pissed about you two, —I'm glad you and Queenie came here. He didn't really mean the latter, but it sounded nice— and yeah, he definitely regretted this already. It was weird, and awkward, and uncalled for— and stupid.
Sometimes, Alarian tacked on with a slightly anxious grin, hoping to take the seriousness from his own admission; he had suddenly remembered that he wasn't really equipped for, uh, emoting.