no subject

[Sunny turns to lay on his side, mirroring her. He tucks his arms up by his chest, his legs at the knees. There's a reason this pile is here, and why he put it together so quickly. It's a comfort - somewhere to go when your bed is either too small or too massive, the room dark, the shadows creeping.

[Does Aubrey really know him at all anymore? He's not even sure he knows himself; more aptly, that there's anything left to know at all.

[He watches her, reaching over to hook their fingers. It really is just like back then.

[More than that, that last night that he remembers; Hero, Kel...

[Basil. He flinches, squeezing their fingers together.]

Aubrey...[His voice is a whisper.] I told you...the truth.