[Sunny pulls her in, and Aubrey relents, too beyond exhausted to resist. His grip may be weak, but it’s enough for her; an affirmation, more than that. Shame keeps her from fully leaning in, but it also manages to stifle her somewhat.

[It’s not much. But she manages to sputter,] We… we love each other. [A miserable nod. Aubrey wipes her eyes again, then clasps Sunny’s hand between both of hers. It still feels fragile.] We do…

[I love you, too.]