[God, but they are both a mess. Aubrey’s never heard Sunny cry this hard; it makes her own sobs worse. But she could stay like this forever if it meant never having to let go of Sunny again, keeping him curled into her, being together. Despite his flash of anger, the way Sunny gasps out her name leaves little to doubt, or so she desperately, desperately hopes.

We’re friends, Sunny… [Pitched high and strained, croaked out between gasps. She pulls him closer, closer, closer, fingers curling tight around him. Don’t break him again.]

We’re friends, and we never should’ve sto— I, I never should’ve turned my back on you. [There she goes again… But it’s necessary this time. It feels necessary. Sunny has never been to blame at all.] I can’t… do that again.