Sonny remembers the day Kira was skulking around the upstairs of the church. He remembers learning about Kira's psychic abilities and how they were suddenly gone. Very distinctly he remembers Kira curling into his side and crying, and Sonny had simply held him and comforted him like any good friend would. Only, at that time, they weren't even really friends. They were somewhere between acquaintances and friends, squinting to find the line and trying to figure out if they should cross it.

They're certainly friends now. Kira even says so himself, which feels like some sort of deciding factor. Sonny takes the water, murmuring his thanks before sipping on it.

"I'm just tired," he says, which isn't untrue, but it isn't everything, either. He looks around the dusty house, gesturing vaguely with the hand holding the water. "Let me know if you want any help with this. I could use a good project."