[Sunny's smile fades. He nods, staring down at his lap. His own hand folds over his heart, mirroring Aubrey's, but it's more a subconscious thing. The last two times, he pulled her hand there with his. His fingers squeeze around nothing.]
[She sort of figured that might kill the smile. It stings to see it go, but this felt… right, to bring up, then. Important. Watching Sunny mirror her hand is significant in its own way, much as the curl of his fingers tugs at her heart.
[Sunny looks ashamed. His head hangs lower. He nods.
[He wants to keep her safe, but he knows that he can't promise that anymore. He's hurt her so many times - with his own hands, or with his callous panic...
Look… I would’ve kicked me out, too. [Shame has Aubrey shrinking down, glancing away. But she forces herself to refocus on Sunny.] You don’t… need to be sorry for anything.
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he (eren jaeger) did the mash (rumbling) he did the monster (eren jaeger) mash (rumbling)
I kicked you out...
[Even for Sunny, it's a quiet voice.]
I'm sorry.
smash… :pensive:
[She sort of figured that might kill the smile. It stings to see it go, but this felt… right, to bring up, then. Important. Watching Sunny mirror her hand is significant in its own way, much as the curl of his fingers tugs at her heart.
[Then he speaks.]
You’re… [Aubrey’s own voice is quiet, searching.]
For that?
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[He wants to keep her safe, but he knows that he can't promise that anymore. He's hurt her so many times - with his own hands, or with his callous panic...
[He couldn't protect anyone if he tried.]
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[Gently, she slips her hand back towards his.]
I wasn’t even thinking of that…
[This could get very, very dangerous.]
Look… I would’ve kicked me out, too. [Shame has Aubrey shrinking down, glancing away. But she forces herself to refocus on Sunny.] You don’t… need to be sorry for anything.
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There were monsters...
[She could...have died...]
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There were, and we made it out fine. [She squeezes back, steady.] I shouldn’t have left you. We could’ve stayed together, and…
[He doesn’t want to hear how goddamn sorry you are.]
…We can now. We will. That’s what matters.
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[They promised. He can feel the pressure on his pinky. It's just a stupid finger, easily broken. It matters all the same.
[It matters a lot.
[He nods, and brings up his other hand to rest over hers. They both squeeze down.]
Okay...
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[She smiles. It’s soft and hurting and, just maybe… hopeful.]
Okay.