Sunny makes his way over towards Frieda, seeing how she carefully holds the portrait.
A picture of someone special…
He stares at it, a mixture of feelings beneath the surface. And then turns back to the room.]
Not… my actual… room…
[Is what he says in response. Sure, it was where he (mentally) had spent the past four years, but…
Where exactly was ‘home’? It wasn’t back in Faraway - as much as he had memories and friends there, he would have been leaving soon. And the city definitely wasn’t it, as much as his mother wished it would become such.
Headspace… was maybe the closest thing he had? But it didn’t quite feel like ‘home’ either. It was more… an escape. A pleasant place where things couldn’t go wrong.
He knew that. (And Sunny might be spacing out a bit thinking through all of this.)]
Me totally missing the picture part last time and Sunny just being like ‘a tree’ is on brand XD
Sunny makes his way over towards Frieda, seeing how she carefully holds the portrait.
A picture of someone special…
He stares at it, a mixture of feelings beneath the surface. And then turns back to the room.]
Not… my actual… room…
[Is what he says in response. Sure, it was where he (mentally) had spent the past four years, but…
Where exactly was ‘home’? It wasn’t back in Faraway - as much as he had memories and friends there, he would have been leaving soon. And the city definitely wasn’t it, as much as his mother wished it would become such.
Headspace… was maybe the closest thing he had? But it didn’t quite feel like ‘home’ either. It was more… an escape. A pleasant place where things couldn’t go wrong.
He knew that. (And Sunny might be spacing out a bit thinking through all of this.)]