It's Monday. He was lying on the floor dying for days and nobody came by to see if he was alright. Sunshine may care about him, but apparently not enough to come by without some sort of cosmic feline intervention.
He pushes himself up from the couch and crosses his arms over his bare chest. He can see how distressed Sunshine is, and part of him wants to comfort her, but how? He's confused and upset, so he defaults to yelling back.
"Would either of you have come up for a little visit if a bloody demon cat hadn't forced you to? Why do you care now?!" This last is directed at Sunshine, because he really doesn't understand. "If it's just because I almost died, you can save it. You told me to fuck off last time I saw you!" In so many words, anyway. She'd let him know that his past was horrifying and that she didn't want to be involved with something that used to be like that.
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He pushes himself up from the couch and crosses his arms over his bare chest. He can see how distressed Sunshine is, and part of him wants to comfort her, but how? He's confused and upset, so he defaults to yelling back.
"Would either of you have come up for a little visit if a bloody demon cat hadn't forced you to? Why do you care now?!" This last is directed at Sunshine, because he really doesn't understand. "If it's just because I almost died, you can save it. You told me to fuck off last time I saw you!" In so many words, anyway. She'd let him know that his past was horrifying and that she didn't want to be involved with something that used to be like that.