[Truth to be told, he was about to pull back and step aside when the other finally moved and reached for the shirt. Stay. Right.
A nod before flopping down and sitting not too far from Sunny, merely reaching for the other's hand and pulling it closer just for a moment, rubbing it against a clean patch of his shorts before letting go. Not a good idea to pull his shirt when it's covered in blood, Sunny...]
Right...
[He did glance at the album, but at this point? He felt too tired to invade the other's privacy or mind and didn't... focus on the drawings. Not now. For once? He didn't even know what to do or say, not with Sunny in that state and not with himself still more than shaken...]
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A nod before flopping down and sitting not too far from Sunny, merely reaching for the other's hand and pulling it closer just for a moment, rubbing it against a clean patch of his shorts before letting go. Not a good idea to pull his shirt when it's covered in blood, Sunny...]
Right...
[He did glance at the album, but at this point? He felt too tired to invade the other's privacy or mind and didn't... focus on the drawings. Not now. For once? He didn't even know what to do or say, not with Sunny in that state and not with himself still more than shaken...]
Are the voices... gone? At least?