[If only Sunny could be brave. But he isn’t - that’s why he’s in this situation right now. He can’t face Kel… not now… because the other said he knew that the thought of that was enough to make Sunny feel like the floor would swallow him whole again.
Sunny clutches one of the pillows to his chest, laying on his back on another and leaning partly against Frieda as they read. Her voice is soothing, melodic almost, and even her own surprises help to ease his feelings a bit. (Her patience, too, as always, as he worked through things.)
And yet…
It was much easier to forget. To pretend it didn’t happen. But then Kel came into view, and Sunny’s heart started hammering with nerves and… he just couldn’t. Not this time. Not yet
So that’s what Sunny did while they read the comic, even as his hands shook when they turned another page and the tension between the two titular characters mounted.
It’s fake. It’s fake. It’s all fake. Just a bad dream.
Frieda’s words might be optimistic, but they sound more hopeful and understanding to him. Sunny nods, still shaky, and writes something in his notebook.]
Maybe… maybe it’s the captain’s fault too…
[It was a bit of both characters’ faults, their unspoken problems, the fact they just kept going without addressing the issue - so much like Kel and him, Sunny realizes with dread - until it feels like the chasm is too great to cross.]
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Sunny clutches one of the pillows to his chest, laying on his back on another and leaning partly against Frieda as they read. Her voice is soothing, melodic almost, and even her own surprises help to ease his feelings a bit. (Her patience, too, as always, as he worked through things.)
And yet…
It was much easier to forget. To pretend it didn’t happen. But then Kel came into view, and Sunny’s heart started hammering with nerves and… he just couldn’t. Not this time.
Not yetSo that’s what Sunny did while they read the comic, even as his hands shook when they turned another page and the tension between the two titular characters mounted.
It’s fake. It’s fake. It’s all fake. Just a bad dream.
Frieda’s words might be optimistic, but they sound more hopeful and understanding to him. Sunny nods, still shaky, and writes something in his notebook.]
Maybe… maybe it’s the captain’s fault too…
[It was a bit of both characters’ faults, their unspoken problems, the fact they just kept going without addressing the issue - so much like Kel and him, Sunny realizes with dread - until it feels like the chasm is too great to cross.]