He sat there, curled up into a ball, only feeling more miserable as time passed. Even reaching for Rei's diary felt like too much—let alone reading it. He just wanted to stay like this—feeling the ache in his chest, letting it sit there, heavy and stubborn, because some stupid part of him believed he deserved it.
And the worst part? He didn't even argue with himself about it.
"What's the point of coming up here if you're not even going to bother looking at the moon?"
He lifted his head, eyes drifting to the side. Nora. "What are you doing here?" His tone came out soft—like the words had to fight their way out of his throat.
"Came to check up on you." She hopped into his nest—a place not meant for two. "C'mon, scooch over."
And he did. They sat there, slightly uncomfortable, shoulders pressed together in a space that barely fit one person. But it was nice. The kind of nice he didn't feel like he'd earned today.
