Just that - he might not have seen Sunny during the Crossing, buried as he was under his own lover's gentle, grief-stricken voice, but having gone through that, he appreciates all the more the strength this young man must have despite the timid exterior - glad he did not drift off into the darkness.
He lifts the hand from his shoulder, re-establishing the well of personal space for the both of them, and letting the silence reassert itself. He takes a few steps towards the Ferryman's light - slowly, leaving enough time that anything Sunny might say would still be within his pointed earshot, but not leaving the boy pressured to speak.
no subject
Just that - he might not have seen Sunny during the Crossing, buried as he was under his own lover's gentle, grief-stricken voice, but having gone through that, he appreciates all the more the strength this young man must have despite the timid exterior - glad he did not drift off into the darkness.
He lifts the hand from his shoulder, re-establishing the well of personal space for the both of them, and letting the silence reassert itself. He takes a few steps towards the Ferryman's light - slowly, leaving enough time that anything Sunny might say would still be within his pointed earshot, but not leaving the boy pressured to speak.