[Even as Sunny withers, he’s trying to hold on. He never answered the door, the phone—but then, maybe Kel should’ve crossed the stairs earlier. He could have, couldn’t he? So what if the house was emptier. Kel has always needed to reach out. If he can’t even do that…

[Sunny’s trying to talk to him. Kel wants to shush him, make him feel better, promise it’ll… promise that…

[More promises he can't keep. No, that’s the problem: Kel doesn’t know how to shut up. He's choking; he forces it down, down, down.]

I’m here, Sunny… [He needs this. Kel pulls Sunny closer, tucks heavy head into weary shoulder, cradling gently as he can manage. He can’t look at the blood. He can’t. He shuts his eyes.] I’m…

I hear you.