[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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[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....