[Honestly, Sunny isn't sure what to say in response to that, either. Getting into the whys of it was... really raw still.
He shifts uncomfortably, looking anywhere but Mob for several moments.]
He- He blamed me. [His mouth was dry. The sickness in his stomach that hadn't gone away yet was burbling to the surface again. He wanted to vomit. He was shaking.] It was my fault.
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He shifts uncomfortably, looking anywhere but Mob for several moments.]
He- He blamed me. [His mouth was dry. The sickness in his stomach that hadn't gone away yet was burbling to the surface again. He wanted to vomit. He was shaking.] It was my fault.