[Likewise, Sunny was also relieved that he had decided to take notes - and that Nagito had so kindly reminded him to do so.
Still… Makoto’s speech was a polarizing thing.
Sunny wanted to believe in it, the power that talking could cause positive change. But he had tried therapy before, had tried it and had it fail. Sure, part of that was because he wouldn’t, couldn’t talk about that incident. So the possibility of somehow talking during this meetup had his heart beating too hard in his chest.
To compensate, Sunny just threw himself into his notes. When the speech was done and he had recorded that, the teen’s hands scribbled down even further realizations and thoughts - connected and dotted with tiny drawings. Nagito would surely be very pleased by these notes, even if Sunny was reaching the point of too much.
And beyond that, the teen couldn’t get it out of his head… the way he had shut down on Makoto last time they had talked over the network. That didn’t make him a good friend. Sunny couldn’t approach him, couldn’t get an apology out of his throat, even if he wanted desperately to salvage whatever might be left to his view of his relation with Makoto.
The back and forth tug between hope and helplessness almost had him nauseous.]
Speech! Speech!
Still… Makoto’s speech was a polarizing thing.
Sunny wanted to believe in it, the power that talking could cause positive change. But he had tried therapy before, had tried it and had it fail.
Sure, part of that was because he wouldn’t, couldn’t talk about that incident. So the possibility of somehow talking during this meetup had his heart beating too hard in his chest.To compensate, Sunny just threw himself into his notes. When the speech was done and he had recorded that, the teen’s hands scribbled down even further realizations and thoughts - connected and dotted with tiny drawings. Nagito would surely be very pleased by these notes, even if Sunny was reaching the point of too much.
And beyond that, the teen couldn’t get it out of his head… the way he had shut down on Makoto last time they had talked over the network. That didn’t make him a good friend. Sunny couldn’t approach him, couldn’t get an apology out of his throat, even if he wanted desperately to salvage whatever might be left
to his viewof his relation with Makoto.The back and forth tug between hope and helplessness almost had him nauseous.]