[Sunny doesn't smile much. Anyone who knows him knows that. He used to more. Aubrey might remember. Smiles these days are more like a twitch at the corners, fleeting - but it lingers in the way his eyebrows sit up just a fraction of an inch higher, in the creasing at the corners of his eyes, at the eased, content look on his face; a smile without smiling, like speaking without words. Very few have ever truly understood.
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[Sunny doesn't smile much. Anyone who knows him knows that. He used to more. Aubrey might remember. Smiles these days are more like a twitch at the corners, fleeting - but it lingers in the way his eyebrows sit up just a fraction of an inch higher, in the creasing at the corners of his eyes, at the eased, content look on his face; a smile without smiling, like speaking without words. Very few have ever truly understood.
[He likes her joke is the point.]
Who were...you talking to?