[He opens his mouth to answer, pauses before he can get a word out. Lonely... in truth, yes, and the conflict is clear enough in his eyes. He'd slept alone for most of his life, but during the road trip he was always either bundled into a cramped tent with the guys all pressed up close, or sharing a hotel bed with one of them, and it'd been... nice, actually. And while Luna was here, he'd grown used to having a warm body pressed against him in the night, surrounded by her or the dogs or both...
...yeah, it's lonely. But he's uncertain of her intentions, and he doesn't want to make her worry about him, so he licks his lips uncertainly and answers instead,]
It's not so bad. I've got Umbra.
[All of a sudden he can feel the absence of her touch like a missing piece of his outfit, pulled off of him and left just out of reach. His hand inches closer, and he catches the movement just before he makes contact with her side. What the hell is he doing? And why is she looking at him like that...?]
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...yeah, it's lonely. But he's uncertain of her intentions, and he doesn't want to make her worry about him, so he licks his lips uncertainly and answers instead,]
It's not so bad. I've got Umbra.
[All of a sudden he can feel the absence of her touch like a missing piece of his outfit, pulled off of him and left just out of reach. His hand inches closer, and he catches the movement just before he makes contact with her side. What the hell is he doing? And why is she looking at him like that...?]