[Basil's voice startles Sunny awake, though he'd never fallen asleep. He's only okay in small doses, and this room makes the empty socket on his right side sharply sting, short bursts. His heart starts racing and he tells himself to calm down.. He's gotten a lot better at calming down.
[It really could just be a dream.
[And he doesn't want that door open. He doesn't mind the cold - tells himself that, though his body trembles just slightly. Sunny has always been a tiny thing, barely more than skin and bone.]
[Basil notices the way Sunny startles, even if it's just slight at first. He looks over quickly to make sure he didn't scare him too badly, and though Sunny's expression is as impassive as ever, Basil can tell just by intuition alone that he's not particularly comfortable. Can't imagine why.
He worries his bottom lip for a moment before he reaches down for the edge of the blankets, pulling them up over them both a little more.]
I'm sorry...I know it's chilly in here. Maybe I should have gotten another blanket...
[But, well. HE'S not too comfortable getting up just now to navigate the darkness for one, either.]
[Basil pulls the blanket up, and Sunny starts to scoot down further beneath it, all the way down until his head is just barely poking out. He's not sure if Basil will follow, but it is a little warmer like this - pitch black, too, but...enclosed. It makes it feel safer somehow.]
Apologies for the delay! A little slow rn because my PC is getting repaired!
[Basil watches as Sunny scoots down, down…until he’s practically completely under the covers. They used to do this when they were much smaller, go under the blankets to huddle in their own little world, reading comics, or playing a video game, or just…talking.
…
After a moment, he decides to follow, scooting down as well until he’s swallowed by the darkness. His eyes haven’t adjusted, so he can’t even see Sunny, even though he knows he’s right in front of him.]
[Sunny nods, and it takes a few seconds for him to realize Basil won't be able to see it. Somehow, the dark isn't frightening like this - maybe because they really can't see anything. It feels like having his eyes closed.
[Ah. He's forgotten to answer. Now it's been a little too long...
[A knobby knee knocks against Basil's. Sunny clears his throat.]
I...
[His voice croaks a bit. He nips at the skin on his own lip.]
I missed...you...
[He's allowed to say so, isn't he? They're all allowed to miss each other. They can all agree - he thinks, he thinks, but he keeps chewing on his lip anyway.]
[No matter how much time passes, or how much room they’ve had to grow, it seems like they both still share the same anxieties. That sense of not knowing for sure how the other feels, not knowing if it’s the right time to say something, or…if something should be said at all. Maybe it shows in the way Basil gasps a little as he feels Sunny brush against him ever so slightly. Not in a bad way, mind, just…
Unsure. Wishing things could just go back to the way they were before, when it was easy and effortless to talk like this. Now, a dark cloud will always loom, even if it’s since been broken up and pushes aside in recent years.]
…I missed you too.
[Basil replies, finally. And though Sunny won’t be able to see him, he can probably imagine his expression right now as he worries the edge of one of the sheets between his fingers.]
[There's a bitter thought, a mocking voice, a void-eyed boy and the knife from Sunny's kitchen; How could it be different? He was a corpse for four years. Sometimes it felt like no one noticed at all, but...
[No. That isn't true. He knows that now. When it comes to Basil, he thinks he always knew. Between the two of them, this boy beneath the blankets with him is the one who was truly abandoned.
[And then Sunny moved away.
[He wants to ask if Basil is okay, but it seems like a stupid question. He bumps their feet under the blanket again, as if anxious to make sure he's still there. His voice comes out whisper-soft:]
Basil feels his heart ache, a heavy feeling settling in his chest as he pulls his hands close to himself. Part of him wants to reach out, but he still can’t see even though he’s slowly adjusting to the dark…he doesn’t want to touch unprompted, but at the same time, he’s feeling like Sunny might need it. He might benefit from that kind of grounding, given the way his legs keep shifting to bump Basil’s own, to make sure he’s still present.
He exhales slowly, brows upturned with concern as he pushes past that little anxious voice telling him to not do anything, lest he screw something up, and he reaches out to try to find Sunny’s hand in the dark. If he can…he’ll gently take it in his own, soft and warm.]
You don’t have anything to apologize for. You had to move…you didn’t have any control over that or anything.
[…]
I….I know the way I reacted…probably worried you, and upset you. If anyone should be apologizing, it really should be me.
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[It really could just be a dream.
[And he doesn't want that door open. He doesn't mind the cold - tells himself that, though his body trembles just slightly. Sunny has always been a tiny thing, barely more than skin and bone.]
I-I'll...be alright.
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He worries his bottom lip for a moment before he reaches down for the edge of the blankets, pulling them up over them both a little more.]
I'm sorry...I know it's chilly in here. Maybe I should have gotten another blanket...
[But, well. HE'S not too comfortable getting up just now to navigate the darkness for one, either.]
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Apologies for the delay! A little slow rn because my PC is getting repaired!
[Basil watches as Sunny scoots down, down…until he’s practically completely under the covers. They used to do this when they were much smaller, go under the blankets to huddle in their own little world, reading comics, or playing a video game, or just…talking.
…
After a moment, he decides to follow, scooting down as well until he’s swallowed by the darkness. His eyes haven’t adjusted, so he can’t even see Sunny, even though he knows he’s right in front of him.]
Haha…it is a lot warmer this way, isn’t it?
no rush!
[Ah. He's forgotten to answer. Now it's been a little too long...
[A knobby knee knocks against Basil's. Sunny clears his throat.]
I...
[His voice croaks a bit. He nips at the skin on his own lip.]
I missed...you...
[He's allowed to say so, isn't he? They're all allowed to miss each other. They can all agree - he thinks, he thinks, but he keeps chewing on his lip anyway.]
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Unsure. Wishing things could just go back to the way they were before, when it was easy and effortless to talk like this. Now, a dark cloud will always loom, even if it’s since been broken up and pushes aside in recent years.]
…I missed you too.
[Basil replies, finally. And though Sunny won’t be able to see him, he can probably imagine his expression right now as he worries the edge of one of the sheets between his fingers.]
It. It’s felt…different, you not being here.
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[No. That isn't true. He knows that now. When it comes to Basil, he thinks he always knew. Between the two of them, this boy beneath the blankets with him is the one who was truly abandoned.
[And then Sunny moved away.
[He wants to ask if Basil is okay, but it seems like a stupid question. He bumps their feet under the blanket again, as if anxious to make sure he's still there. His voice comes out whisper-soft:]
I'm sorry.
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Basil feels his heart ache, a heavy feeling settling in his chest as he pulls his hands close to himself. Part of him wants to reach out, but he still can’t see even though he’s slowly adjusting to the dark…he doesn’t want to touch unprompted, but at the same time, he’s feeling like Sunny might need it. He might benefit from that kind of grounding, given the way his legs keep shifting to bump Basil’s own, to make sure he’s still present.
He exhales slowly, brows upturned with concern as he pushes past that little anxious voice telling him to not do anything, lest he screw something up, and he reaches out to try to find Sunny’s hand in the dark. If he can…he’ll gently take it in his own, soft and warm.]
You don’t have anything to apologize for. You had to move…you didn’t have any control over that or anything.
[…]
I….I know the way I reacted…probably worried you, and upset you. If anyone should be apologizing, it really should be me.