Jon stirred suddenly. He'd nodded off listening to Sydney reading. In his dream, he'd been reliving the walk with Mikey.
He blinked a few times. Everything was blurry. He kept trying to focus, but couldn't. He could see shapes around him, but few details. The colors were all off as well...mostly shades of grey, with a little yellow and blue mixed in.
Sydney's hand lightly brushed his back, which did soothe his discomfort a bit. "What's wrong?" She asked him. He didn't answer, still not wanting to explain it to her. "Well, you don't have to tell me," she said. "I've forgiven you for calling me names earlier. Friends?"
Friends. He said. The brushing motion no longer bothered him. It actually calmed him.
