true story: i thought it was your turn this whole time. #failboat.
Awkward.
Super Awkward.
He offered Crowley a small smile of thanks as he lifted the box and followed him to his room. It was strange just how many ghosts haunted these walls. Not literal ones, of course. That would be a whole different vibe and conversation. No, these ghosts left an ache in the heart that would open every morning just after that split second you realized you'd never actually see them again or the echoes of their laughter in a memory that can never be forgotten. Sunny knew all too well the pain of losing a parent. Of course, it wasn't the same.
There were so many things he wanted to say. There were so many things he wanted to do. Except the fear kept him quiet and paralyzed. Seeing him--the funny thing was he saw himself. He half-wondered if his brother's ease of his disappearance was tempered by his nephew. Or why his brother had such a soft spot for him despite all of his shenanigans.
"Thanks," he said. He slipped his hands in his pockets. What next? "You eaten?" he asked. "I could make us something." God, that was lame. It was a start, though, right?