[ They're so close at this point that it would be easy enough to lean in and slot their mouths together, silencing their words before they become something else. Six doesn't know why he holds himself back from doing so. Maybe because there's something he needs to address first. He reaches out with one hand, framing the side of Sunday's face with it, hoping it will help ground him just as much as it does with him. ]

Are you afraid of what will greet you when you wake?

[ This feels like it goes beyond simply waking up on the beach where they last were. Those crows from earlier— could they have been a manifestation of what Sunday fears? Six doesn't know, and he likely never will if Sunday doesn't want to speak of it. He won't force him to.

All he can do is try to string something vaguely reassuring, even if he doesn't have the full picture. ]

You can't stay here. You'd be no closer to finding your way home if you don't wake up.