[It comes suddenly. A few moments pass in silence, held; then, all at once, Sunny's head lifts, brow pulled up with exaggeration unbefitting of Sunny's usual features. He grips Aubrey's hand, steady.]
I don't...want to go back to sleep. [As if he fears he might; as if he fears he has no choice.] Let's...d-do...something...
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I don't...want to go back to sleep. [As if he fears he might; as if he fears he has no choice.] Let's...d-do...something...
[Anything...]