[ Outside of Peter, she's rarely someone who'll reach out touch people. Luna's just not one for much physical contact, other when it calls for it. If it's needed. Her eyes flick down to Usagi's offer hand: no pressure, simply offered. She and Peter hold hands a great deal. There's something very safe in the gesture, despite how simple it is.

Very slowly, she takes Usagi's hand. Holds it gently, almost tentatively. But it's safe. ]

And yet he left. [ There's a bitterness in her voice, mixed amongst the grief. She lets that sentence hang in the air for a moment before continuing. ] It never does sound fair, does it? People leaving us even when they love us? Even if they might come back some day, somehow. It's still not fair.

[ It's not something she's unfamiliar with, people she loves leaving in one shape or another. ]

He was perhaps the closest thing I had to a father after I left my own one back in my own world. I just... hoped he might have stayed a little longer.