[There’s an unease in that silence, sure. She hasn’t at all forgotten how it felt after Eren kissed her, feelings blooming and churning in ways that weren’t… all pleasant. Hell, just within the day— Is she really saying this? Wasn’t Aubrey done thinking about it?
[But it comes back; it always does.
[They love each other. She can’t let Sunny go without having given him the chance, and—
[It’s not tragic. She won’t let it be. No matter how this goes, he has her. They’re like this already, and have been, and will be; hearts racing, fingers locked, and they are so very, very much alive.]
You.
[Aubrey thumbs at the hairs along his forehead, knuckles curving down his cheek. The other hand squeezes, releases, steady.]
[What good is he? Aubrey...has done nothing but care for him, and he really does believe that it must be thankless, because what could anyone gain from Sunny waking up another?
[It's something he can't understand. With Kenma, he pretends to. He doesn't want to be the boyfriend who can't accept love. But it's difficult...
[Squeeze, release...squeeze, release...
[Aubrey loves him anyway. He knows that. He knows that.. They are so much more than they've ever been. Denying her now would be as good as denying his own love for her, and he won't...do that.
[Is this Aubrey's way of asking if Sunny loves her, too?]
I...
[Look at her. Look at her. His fingertips find her cheeks. Does he love her, too? Does he love her, too?]
[Ah. She’s not just an idiot; she’s blind. That’s why he’d listen for hours and hours. That’s why they’re together here, now, and—
[It won’t last, anyway. This isn’t all he wants, is all.
[There’s a pain that crosses her face, just for a second. Never having realized; realizing too late; realizing, no, thinking, extrapolating, assuming, so damn much. He would have, could have been content, and she pushed it, and now—
[He wants this, now. Aubrey cups his cheek and kisses him, because he’s wanted it, and he’s here, and she can’t afford to want anything but.
[It’s not supposed to be tragic. It’s soft, as she and Sunny often are. It can’t be desperate, clawing, grasping. Eren’s is an exhale. Aubrey wants Sunny’s to be a promise. Squeeze… release....]
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[He can't believe the words coming out of her mouth. He's sure he must look stupid, mouth hanging open - God knows what color his face is. He...
[He feels briefly angry because he doesn't want this part to be a dream-- But...no, it's not a dream. Aubrey has his hand - squeezing, releasing.
[The first ugly question is why would she ever want--
[She has wanted it. She's been here. They love each other. It isn't a secret. It isn't a surprise...
[But dreams like this just don't come true for bad people. They shouldn't, right? And she still...doesn't know...
[He's been quiet far too long. He looks cartoonishly shocked.]
You...want to...? Me? Really...?
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[There’s an unease in that silence, sure. She hasn’t at all forgotten how it felt after Eren kissed her, feelings blooming and churning in ways that weren’t… all pleasant. Hell, just within the day— Is she really saying this? Wasn’t Aubrey done thinking about it?
[But it comes back; it always does.
[They love each other. She can’t let Sunny go without having given him the chance, and—
[It’s not tragic. She won’t let it be. No matter how this goes, he has her. They’re like this already, and have been, and will be; hearts racing, fingers locked, and they are so very, very much alive.]
You.
[Aubrey thumbs at the hairs along his forehead, knuckles curving down his cheek. The other hand squeezes, releases, steady.]
Really.
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[What good is he? Aubrey...has done nothing but care for him, and he really does believe that it must be thankless, because what could anyone gain from Sunny waking up another?
[It's something he can't understand. With Kenma, he pretends to. He doesn't want to be the boyfriend who can't accept love. But it's difficult...
[Squeeze, release...squeeze, release...
[Aubrey loves him anyway. He knows that. He knows that.. They are so much more than they've ever been. Denying her now would be as good as denying his own love for her, and he won't...do that.
[Is this Aubrey's way of asking if Sunny loves her, too?]
I...
[Look at her. Look at her. His fingertips find her cheeks. Does he love her, too? Does he love her, too?]
A-aubrey, I've...I...
I've wanted...that...ever since I...met you...
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[Ever since…?
[Ah. She’s not just an idiot; she’s blind. That’s why he’d listen for hours and hours. That’s why they’re together here, now, and—
[It won’t last, anyway. This isn’t all he wants, is all.
[There’s a pain that crosses her face, just for a second. Never having realized; realizing too late; realizing, no, thinking, extrapolating, assuming, so damn much. He would have, could have been content, and she pushed it, and now—
[He wants this, now. Aubrey cups his cheek and kisses him, because he’s wanted it, and he’s here, and she can’t afford to want anything but.
[It’s not supposed to be tragic. It’s soft, as she and Sunny often are. It can’t be desperate, clawing, grasping. Eren’s is an exhale. Aubrey wants Sunny’s to be a promise. Squeeze… release....]
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[He's imagined it so...many times, but you can't...taste in your dreams - there is no real warmth...
[Sunny squeezes Aubrey's hand, slow. He's kissed before - so has she, he knows - but this kiss is...
[Aubrey. His sweetheart...
[Things actually can be beautiful; she is.
[It's over in the blink of an eye, but it lingers. He whispers:] You are my...sweetheart...
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[It’s warm. She drowns herself in it. She can’t regret a thing.
[It lingers, and Aubrey keeps their faces close. A whisper back:]
And you’re… mine....
[He’s not. He won’t be. She can pretend.]
Sunny....