[Sunny, Aubrey thinks, is a vastly more gracious person than she ever will be.

[There’s a jealous itch, despite it all. “My best friend.” She remembers last night, and it’s a balm; remembers what happens when she lets her ego block him out, period.

[He’s talking. Focus....
[He wailed so miserably.

[Aubrey reaches just one hand forward, brushing his cheek. She doesn’t make him look up.]

Alright....

[That’s all she has, for now. How he feels is his call.]