[Aubrey squeezes his hand. Sunny wilts, clenching his jaw, teething baring, eyes squeezed shut - like he's being tortured, torn apart. He pulls himself closer to Aubrey, slumping forward with his chin hooked over her shoulder. He squeezes her hand; shakes, gasps - sobs with no sound, though tears pour, burning hot.
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[He'll be a while like that.]