[Aubrey hates goodbyes. She can’t. Won’t. Not until she has to.

[Sunny nods. He’s said as much as he can; more than, really. It’s so, so much—and yet, is that really all…?

[Aubrey barely has the energy. They can stay like this, Sunny resting safe on her, all night. However long he wants....

[Ever so slightly, almost without realizing, she rocks them. Just a subtle sway. It’s grounding....]