@oraclechosen (from x)
“I-I’m glad to see you’re doing okay, too, Luna,” he says with a shy smile. What had he been going to say? He’d had it planned out, actually, what he was going to say. A whole little speech; he’d practiced it in his head while they’d been driving around and it had been quiet, just so he didn’t mess up. But now she’s here, and he can’t remember a word of it.
He moves to sit next to her on the bench, hands folded and the fingers of his bare hand picking absently at a loose thread on his wristguard. “I have time,” he says, and really, he’d say it even if he didn’t. Anything else could wait; this is Luna. He’ll always make time for her.
“There’s...a lot to catch up on,” he says finally with a soft, awkward laugh. “I dunno where to start.” Twelve years was a long time, but...he’d go over every second with her if he needed to -- it was fine with him.
