...You're welcome. [Sunny didn't feel brave. Not at all. The entire time all he wanted to do was run away. That's what he had done, in the end. Run away. Though at least he'd been able to take Mob with him. He hadn't abandoned him, which was an improvement over how he normally was.

He moves over closer to Mob, listening carefully to what the other teen was saying.]

She was mean. [Blunt.] It was kind of you to help her. [Mob was a really good person, wasn't he? Sunny didn't know if he would have done the same in his shoes.

He sits down on the white-on-white blanket, still watching Mob.] You can talk more about it. [Since that description had been a little sparce.] People tell me I'm good at listening.