Sunny’s eye widens a little at the words. He… wasn’t in trouble? In fact, that sounded like an invitation to stay. A silent breath escapes him, his hammering heart still beating against his rib cage. The teen nods, finding an open space to just… sit down. Giving himself time to decompress.

After a few minutes of sitting with his head down, arms wrapped around his knees, he looks back up. That other person… is still here. He wonders what he had been working on.