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Sunny sits up to take the bottle with a small smile of silent thanks, placing the pill in her mouth as she unscrews the cap and promptly swallows the sedative. She takes another small sip of water, not wanting to leave Lamisi without, and places it on the nightstand before returning the back of her head to the duvet. âHalf an hour,â she murmurs to herself, glancing at her watch before letting her arm flop down at her side. A yawn follows, tired regardless of the chemical aid. The mattress shifts slightly under her friendâs weight as sheâs joined atop the bed. She has to lift her chin to look at Lamisi when her tone changes, the mention of Ibrahim having had an unexpected result. She doesnât question it aloud, instead allowing the weight of her gaze to swim with pressing curiosity that she likely wouldnât drop.Â
Current concerns provide a brief distraction, however. âWould that be a bad thing?â she asks, genuine in her questioning. âIââ she cuts herself off with a small laugh before admitting, âIâve spent so much of my life working towards time travel with one very specific goal and⊠now that itâs looking increasingly impossible to achieve it, I feel sort of free.â That is what makes her feel guilty. Not the thought of having trapped the entire team here but the fact that the idea of saving her sister was slipping through her fingers more readily than sheâd anticipated. Her gaze fixes on the ceiling as she considers the additional source of Lamisiâs very-specifically-boy troubles. âYou kissed him because you wanted the creep to piss offâ or you kissed him because it was a good opportunity to do it after wanting to for ages?â Sunnyâs fingertip traces a mindless pattern over the covers as she speaks, still studying the cracks in the paint above their heads. âDid he kiss you back?â
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A resounding yes is what Lamisi wants to respond with. Of course, being stranded in an abandoned 1980s London for the rest of their lives would be a bad thing. Being pulled sporadically into other dimensions or timeframes would be just as bad; she couldnât imagine finally getting her footing in whatever reality theyâd been dropped into, only to be plucked away just as quickly. But she senses Sunny is confiding in her, and so she lets Sunny muse aloud uninterrupted. Free. Lamisi thinks again to the last conversation theyâd had together in the Savoy lobby, Sunny with dilated pupils and smelling faintly of battery acid, very seriously hinting at the very goal she mentions now. âInteresting. I would think it would be...upsetting more than freeing, not being able to accomplish something.â She looks over at Sunny. âBut I could understand it, even if I canât relate. People like us - we ruminate over our goals. Think them to death, imagine the variables it takes to make it all happen for us the way we want to. Then something like this happens, and it makes the entire set null regardless of the variables.â A groan leaves her lips. âIâve been listening to coding talk for too long.âÂ
Sunnyâs next questions threaten to trigger a tension headache. Sheâs played over the moment in her mind dozens of times since like a wordless feature film; itâs easy to recall that Ibrahim had been more stunned than anything else. âBoth,â she admits with a sigh. Thereâs no use in lying to Sunny, even if Lamisi wanted to. âIf I were to guess, both. It wasnât exactly a conscious decision. I wouldnât say he kissed me back, exactly, but he didnât not kiss me back either. He was...surprised, I think. Which was a bit of the goal at the time, because...well, youâve seen Ibrahim angry. We werenât meant to be making a scene, and I knew it would de-escalate things quickly, so...â she trails off, and she isnât sure why, but the lump in her throat suddenly makes an appearance.
















