Anybody who's used to seeing Sonny out and about everyday might have noticed that he's been scarce, as of late. Instead of approaching anyone and everyone, reaching out and making friends, helping wherever he's needed, he's taken to spending more time indoors, away from other people. He's tired would be a simple way of putting it, but the truth is, it's more than that. He's worn out. He doesn't have it in him to project the sunshiney personality he's known for. Cheering people up and encouraging them, remaining as optimistic as he's been, is becoming more and more difficult.

He wants to go home, but he's starting to resign himself to the fact that they're going to be here forever, at the will of whoever is observing them.

Despite that, he's dragged himself out of his house for the midday meal each and everyday. Mostly because he has to eat, but also to make pleasantries and touch base with a few people, just so they don't get worried and show up at his house to drag him out of bed. He almost always sticks around to help afterwards, too, and this time is no different. After the meal has been had, he can be found back in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes in the sink. Anybody who loiters around him long enough will be offered a rag.

"I wash, you dry?"