[Kel must have been seeing a different version of Sunny than himself - his real self: barely above his height four years ago, limbs as thin as sticks, not to mention his poor stamina and (now) even poorer depth perception…
As for friends, one thing hadn’t changed - Kel’s devotion to him was, apparently, still intact. Why else would he have come to Sunny’s door after four years of silence? Why else… would he still be here? It made Sunny glad… and ill. He didn’t deserve it - that thought kept running around in his head. And yet the teen had the gall to dream up friends that stuck with him no matter the bizarre or scary circumstances. Over and over and over…
Focus
Kel had waited for him, rather patient compared to the version in Headspace that would have just run far, far ahead. Maybe. And… oh boy, did he still like Captain Spaceboy? Did dreaming about the comic with some crossovers and frequent cameos count as ‘enjoying’ a media still? Or was it his brain trying to process something he still had yet to discover? What could be worse than the Truth? The one he had woken up from mere moments before that fight? The one where he…]
Mmmm. [The noise he made instead was small, a bit shy, but… pleased. That Kel remembered. Even if it was a distraction from the panic he was now trying to shove deep down into his chest again.]
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As for friends, one thing hadn’t changed - Kel’s devotion to him was, apparently, still intact. Why else would he have come to Sunny’s door after four years of silence? Why else… would he still be here? It made Sunny glad… and ill. He didn’t deserve it - that thought kept running around in his head. And yet the teen had the gall to dream up friends that stuck with him no matter the bizarre or scary circumstances. Over and over and over…
Focus
Kel had waited for him, rather patient compared to the version in Headspace that would have just run far, far ahead. Maybe. And… oh boy, did he still like Captain Spaceboy? Did dreaming about the comic with some crossovers and frequent cameos count as ‘enjoying’ a media still? Or was it his brain trying to process something he still had yet to discover?
What could be worse than the Truth? The one he had woken up from mere moments before that fight? The one where he…]Mmmm. [The noise he made instead was small, a bit shy, but… pleased. That Kel remembered. Even if it was a distraction from the panic he was now trying to shove deep down into his chest again.]