[Sleep has become Sunny's default state over the last four years; not as much in this place, but even so. It takes a lot to wake him - not necessarily because he's a heavy sleeper, but because he's great at convincing himself that anything he hears, smells, maybe even sees can just...wait a little longer if he shuts his eyes again.
[He really doesn't like being awake. In his twilight, he figures that everything he imagined with Aubrey the night before was only a nice dream. He doesn't want that dream to end. She isn't beside him, but maybe she'll come back...
[His eyes open. There's someone cooking in his kitchen. Kenma? He pushes himself up from the pile, peering.
[His heart catches in his throat. She's here.
[He comes to stand, then wanders toward the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He doesn't intend to startle her, but he doesn't announce himself either.]
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[He really doesn't like being awake. In his twilight, he figures that everything he imagined with Aubrey the night before was only a nice dream. He doesn't want that dream to end. She isn't beside him, but maybe she'll come back...
[His eyes open. There's someone cooking in his kitchen. Kenma? He pushes himself up from the pile, peering.
[His heart catches in his throat. She's here.
[He comes to stand, then wanders toward the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He doesn't intend to startle her, but he doesn't announce himself either.]