[Noah's sentiment is pleasant, but Sunny shrinks away from it.
[He doesn't mean to. He isn't sure why he does. He doesn't understand the all-consuming fear that crawls up his spine when he thinks about those (those) photos. It makes his throat dry, his fingers restless, picking each other raw.
[He...manages a weak nod. Not much else...
[There is, perhaps, through the murmur, some small betrayal of that dark, twisting dread.]
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[He doesn't mean to. He isn't sure why he does. He doesn't understand the all-consuming fear that crawls up his spine when he thinks about those (those) photos. It makes his throat dry, his fingers restless, picking each other raw.
[He...manages a weak nod. Not much else...
[There is, perhaps, through the murmur, some small betrayal of that dark, twisting dread.]