Luckily for Need, Sunny wasn’t really in any shape to ambush anyone - especially someone with weapons. He knew better than that. And… not that he would choose to ambush her anyway. Sunny might enjoy fictional battles in his dreams, but those were different.

The teen listened as she continued talking, leaning a bit further out from behind the rock. It… relaxed him somewhat, that her voice was such a strong but calming note, that she hadn’t turned her gaze on him, yet… she knew he was there. (Either that, or she was talking to herself. Sunny didn’t judge.)

At the mention of a knife… he perked up. Gaze alighting with recognition, hand closing around empty air. A knife… he knew that. Knew his way around one in his dreams (and in reality, though not quite as well). The thought made his heartbeat pound, his nerves set on end… such a contradicting thing, to miss it and yet not want to feel his grasp around the object again.

As he (unknowingly) took another step towards need, his shoe hit some of the spare rocks (smaller ones, not good for throwing), scattering them.