If not for the stifling pressure with which the warm spring-night air sits at their back, they might be more willing to share in the soft rumble of their chest... It's a reassuring noise, distinctly different from others they'd heard and one not so much gifted to them by the one they hoped to hear it from most. It's a far deeper noise than Spicepaw's... who sounds closer to a kit-like murmuring than the distant summer storm that their company sounds like.
A confession of mutual joy lightens the ache of their bones, settles the churning of rolling tides... Would they still be happy, when this was all said and done? It did not have to be ruined yet, Edenberry thinks, they could simply go home after this wonderful final night, could... figure it out.
The silence snaps, snipped like the strings of a violin with a sudden twang that pulls their attention back to dawn-bright eyes. Right...
"Actually..." Already their mouth dries with uncertainty, prompting a nervous lick at their lips to buy them some sort of physical strength through internal turmoil.
"I... think we should talk."
A part of them winces under the struggle not to brush a bit closer, to be rid of the tiny, miniscule distance that remained- selfish maybe, a yearning for comfort in sincere touch. Companionship. It throbs, sorely, to be considered, to have to withhold it and question if withholding it is fair. Are they doing it as a favor to their friend...? Or is it a pathetic, grasping fear of rejection that forces them to put that distance here now?
"I've been having such a great time," they start, glancing towards the random blotting of trees and brush they'd wandered to hunt through,
"You've been... so kind to me- I don't regret the late nights." They recognize the signs... noticed that their outburst over a single bite of food was far too outrageous. Out of character. They have spent enough time in the nursery, tending to the queens and listening to their complaints amongst themselves to know.
"Raindrop... " It means admitting the canyon that looms between them and Cherryblossom has made her so far out of reach that they dove willingly into a stream far below in hopes of feeling just a little bit better... that they'd come out of it feeling like they'd closed a little bit of that distance.
"I think I'm pregnant."
It tastes bad on their tongue... it feels cliche. It feels wrong. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to be a stupid accident... It wasn't supposed to be with some sapphire-eyed wanderer, too far away to even know them. Too far away to make this better. It wasn't supposed to be
now. The idea to confirm it with Dawnglare or Fireflypaw was a non-starter... And who could they tell in SkyClan that wouldn't look at them with disgust...? Twitchbolt was too gentle to ever yell at them... but to imagine amber-flecked greens filled with disappointment was too much to bear. They still hadn't even told Hazelbeam... or Spicepaw... Didn't know how to start.
Nervously, they glance towards the other cat standing on the fence posts, afraid of how their face may become unfamiliar, contorted by whatever dismay they felt from this news. From this surprise.