[Some part of Sunny feels relief as she sits down. She isn’t leaving him. But… the other part has him fidget a bit. What… was he supposed to do now?
Sunny was used to staring into space. Staring at walls, letting his mind drift to more pleasant, if fabricated, situations. Here… he hadn’t been able to. Staring at a wall was just that - a wall. It brought him nowhere.
She was so kind. A distraction would be nice. He gave a hesitant nod at that, unsure if he was asking too much of her. If she would leave if he did.]
CW: small fear of neglect
Sunny was used to staring into space. Staring at walls, letting his mind drift to more pleasant, if fabricated, situations. Here… he hadn’t been able to. Staring at a wall was just that - a wall. It brought him nowhere.
She was so kind. A distraction would be nice. He gave a hesitant nod at that, unsure if he was asking too much of her. If she would leave if he did.]