There was something strangely comforting about the fact that Deucalion wasn't sugar coating it. It wasn't okay. None of it. Yet, hearing his outlook did make something inside Derek relax a little, even if he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He supposed there was a point being made, though, that he could move on from it, and probably should. He knew he needed to. Things just seemed to keep creeping up here that made him feel like he had to linger. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. The mention of his mother again gave him a lot more comfort than his father. "I don't know him. It feels like I don't even know you, but at least, I guess you knew me. I haven't seen him in years, and he hasn't seen me. I can't imagine talking to him now."
He gave a small nod, looking around and smiling a little to himself. It was nicer out here. There was less pressure, and more calm in the forest, even if it felt like it was buzzing with something. Maybe that in itself was sort of comforting. Like home, or what he once felt was home. Now he wasn't so sure what he felt about anything.
"What do you plan to do for the moon?" He asked, hoping it seemed conversational enough. As far as he knew, people didn't gather, at least he'd never run with anyone. Then again, he'd sort of gotten used to being alone. He wasn't even sure if hunting was a wise idea, knowing how many people seemed to keep showing up.