[Sunny, likewise, should have been using some of his anxiety reducing techniques but… he was spent. Physically and emotionally.
He… honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to be alone, but also forcing Kel to sit here with him seemed… wrong. The other probably had to be beyond exhausted, right? And what about all that blood-
Nope. Can’t think about that.
The only signs of acknowledgement were small: the slightest inclination of his head, and one of his hands reached out for Kel’s shirt. A tiny tug - stay - and then he was letting go.
A bit of fear seemed to make it back into his countenance when Kel mentioned the drawings; Sunny’s gaze flitted down to the page… and all of them were scratched out. That fact seemed to relieve some of his tension. Even if, if one looked hard enough, the outline of some of the entries were still visible.]
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He… honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted. He knew he didn’t want to be alone, but also forcing Kel to sit here with him seemed… wrong. The other probably had to be beyond exhausted, right? And what about all that blood-
Nope. Can’t think about that.
The only signs of acknowledgement were small: the slightest inclination of his head, and one of his hands reached out for Kel’s shirt. A tiny tug - stay - and then he was letting go.
A bit of fear seemed to make it back into his countenance when Kel mentioned the drawings; Sunny’s gaze flitted down to the page… and all of them were scratched out. That fact seemed to relieve some of his tension.
Even if, if one looked hard enough, the outline of some of the entries were still visible.]