[There’s a split second, his face tense in fury, that Aubrey is dead certain she’s fucked up forever. Too hasty. Too desperate. The gall of her, assuming they could be friends again after one conversation, two months, four years—

[Sunny falls. She can’t hear him; she knows exactly what he’s doing. The drop to her knees is immediate; the outreach, delayed for a choked breath—]

Sunny…

[—and without second thought she throws her arms around him. The heave of her chest is audible. Aubrey’s no good at holding back.]