Th– There really doesn’t! [Ha. Hahahaha. Basil tries to muster a laugh; it looks more like a grimace. Sunny can’t be leaving, and want to talk about it now. Basil even tried, before he learned. Not now, hours away from…]

We can just… stay here. You, and me. [And it will be okay. He doesn’t dare reach for Sunny’s hand, but his own pry and tangle, bony fingers twisting, untwisting, perfect little knots…