He blinked, and blinked, and if perhaps Emilio had glasses–he would have taken them off, the way an old man does to ‘see if they’ve heard right.’ His brows furrowed, and his nose scrunched as he gave her a look than in simple terms could only represent: girl when was this? And asked: “Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?” He was truly not caught up with the lives of people around him, was he? Was it a known fact that Sunny had a boyfriend? “When did this happen?” He asked for a nervous laughter as he pocketed his hands. His eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that belonged to her boyfriend that would tell him of his identity, and whether he knew him. There were a lot of things that belonged to the man, that he had noticed before, and he couldn’t help but to question his sighg, when had he become so blind? Moreover, known of the materials gave a clue to who the man was, so he asked: “Whose he? Do you love him?” And with that, he rubbed his neck awkwardly, “We have so much to catch up to, Sun.” He smiled, and awaited her answers.
He thanked her, when she said he could take a seat, and sat on the bed, his legs spread as he waited for her to sit beside him and tell him what she needed of him. But before that could even happen, a lump–not literal, more figurative as it felt like cat fur was stuck deep inside his throat and he coughed, and coughed, and cough again, creating worry in his younger sister as she exclaimed a ‘wtf’ that made him grimance. “Allergies,” He scrunched his nose, “Can I have ginger tea instead?” It always helped to soothe the symptoms. He waved a dismissive hand as more worries began to pour out, telling her to continue and she did with a clear throat. What he heard, Emilio was not expecting to hear it. It was a song, apparently a song meant for Mattias and him, one written by his sister, his only sister. As he listened to the song, observing the lyrics, multiple thoughts swirled in his mind, his greatest one began with- what? if? What if he never came back, what if back then-- he swallowed his saliva, and his head began to hurt. He didn’t even notice that tears began to sprinkle in his eyes, until he reached up to clean his eyes, feeling dust in them and was met with a wet feel. “I–” He didn’t even know how to begin. He swallowed: “It’s beautiful, it’s very beautiful.” He whispered