[Sunny is quiet for a long moment. "You knew?" is certainly a question, though there's no use in asking for it. He isn't angry. He isn't...
[He squeezes her hand. Exactly two little tears drip between their legs, Sunny's head still hung; there's no sound to it, really.
[More silent moments pass. It might seem as though he's considering what to say, but it's not that. He can't think of anything to say until, quite simply - softly, softly:]
I don't hate him...
[He doesn't...]
I love him. [Sunny shakes his head; his body sways with it, nauseated.] It's not his fault...
[Mari. The hospital. None of it. Sunny made a mistake. Basil defended himself. That's it...]
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[He squeezes her hand. Exactly two little tears drip between their legs, Sunny's head still hung; there's no sound to it, really.
[More silent moments pass. It might seem as though he's considering what to say, but it's not that. He can't think of anything to say until, quite simply - softly, softly:]
I don't hate him...
[He doesn't...]
I love him. [Sunny shakes his head; his body sways with it, nauseated.] It's not his fault...
[Mari. The hospital. None of it. Sunny made a mistake. Basil defended himself. That's it...]