[Aubrey stays where she is, kneeling by the pile, hands empty. It’s Sunny, not Omori—but she’s never quite seen him like this before, not pleading “don’t, don’t.”]
I won’t— I won’t touch you. [But she turns a palm over, gently extended, if he wants.] Breathe....
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[Shit. What the hell prompted this?
[Aubrey stays where she is, kneeling by the pile, hands empty. It’s Sunny, not Omori—but she’s never quite seen him like this before, not pleading “don’t, don’t.”]
I won’t— I won’t touch you. [But she turns a palm over, gently extended, if he wants.] Breathe....