[Her palm stays, cupping, gentle. The face Aubrey is making is pained, softly; it’s difficult to shake the feeling she’s told him too much already. Kel won’t be happy about this—any of it, she imagines.]

I’m not… sure what’s left to say.

[And yet…

[She swallows. Finds her eyes trailing down, as she talks, at their united, squeezing hands.]

Basil and I… we’re not friends, right now. I know he wants to be. And I don’t think he knows that I know.

[Why would he tell Sunny about the hospital?]

But I can try… to be there for him, too.