[ There's a type of warmth, more comforting than of heat, as Red feels Cilan move in closer as his arms come about him. The water finding itself onto his hair doesn't bother him; it's barely noticeable for him, his face shielded by the tip to it, and the small shift he gives, something that might've mean a shake of his head, doesn't spray any droplets down his face. ]

You didn't. You were mad and upset, but not just for yourself-- I get it. [ He can put aside how he had felt initially when Cilan had rejected his apology. It didn't matter, or wasn't worth repeating. Soaking a little into the moment of being close to his friend like this, it makes the water that does come down onto them dry before it really touch them, helping to fight off the weather--and with better results, should Cilan accept the feeling. ]

Whatever you wanna do, I'll help you. I know I haven't been around much, but you're still my best friend. You make me happy...

[ The words end as if there was more he was going to say, but there's nothing but an actual small bubble of heat this time that comes from his hands, and at his chest. It cools, not sticking -- it was probably just embarrassment, as when he continues, it's slightly less sappy. ]

I want to make you happy too.

[ Slightly less. ]