ROUND WE GO && Private;; Selby

[selby roux !]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby listened to Moth’s assurances with rapture, letting them wash over and comfort him. It had been such a long time since he’d let himself need things from other people. Crow was someone he might have relied upon in other circumstances, but his father was a bigger wreck than he was. He still hadn’t spoken to Leroy since diagnosing him, and despite his respect for the proxy, the two were not close. Beck was even more complicated. They were friends, that much was certain, but Selby wasn’t sure how stable Beck was. His mind flickered temporarily back to Moth’s attack, and he shuddered slightly at the memory of the broken body. But Moth was nearly completely better now, and despite his relationship with her as a sort of mentor figure, she was somebody he came to see as a true friend.

"I... thank you, Moth. That means a lot. More than I can say, actually," he started, trying to swallow down a thick lump of emotion that had begun to form in his throat. "Pastel, she... wasn’t around a whole lot. She liked to travel and explore and go places. But she always came home, even for just a little while. It’s hard. Knowing that she isn’t— she isn’t coming home this time, I mean. Or any other time." He felt tears start to form, hot and sharp at the corners of his eyes. He wanted to apologize again, but he wasn’t sure what for. Moth would want to help him.