[ He hears the noise above him, but for the moment he thinks to look, Red doesn't do more than shift his head slightly, and then give up. It doesn't matter that Cilan's hands stay limp; Red tightens his own around him, and he takes in a deep, unsatisfying breath as droplets begin fall from over their heads.

If it was going to storm, then let it storm. ]

You're my friend-- of course I do. You cared about her a lot... she was special. [ Out of anyone else that could have left, she was different. ] I wanna do something, just something to make this better... but I can't. Being sorry is all I've got...