Sonny has had more than enough lightning to last him a lifetime, honestly. It never struck him as something to fear, really. Of course, it's a dangerous thing, pure energy that can wreck havoc wherever it lands. But he spent nights sitting on his front porch with his sisters and his mother, watching lightning storms crack brightly across the sky. To him, it's only ever been something beautiful to enjoy. He never had to worry about being hit by it.
But now the lightning won't let up. It caught Ravi's house, which Sonny aided in putting out. It's injured plenty of people, including Credence, Sonny's heard. And it's killed someone. Sonny's used to dealing with danger, but that's danger that comes from people. Not danger that comes from Mother Nature herself.
The first days afterwards, Sonny doesn't visit Credence in his room. There's a steady stream of people going in and out, it seems, friends closer to him than Sonny is, and that's how it should be. It's a few days later that he comes to the Inn and sees Credence out of his room and sitting by the fire, scribbling away in a journal. Sonny disappears into the kitchen, and with some supplies brought from his own home and others borrowed from the pantry, he whips up what he considers a sorry excuse for some Italian herb biscuits, with a bit of white peppered gravy to go with it. With that on a platter, he fetches a game of Jenga from where some entertainment items are stored at the inn, and goes to where Credence is sitting.
"Hey buddy, I heard what happened." He sits in the chair opposite of Credence without invitation, setting the platter of biscuits and gravy between them, gesturing to it so Credence knows it's free to eat. The game rests in his lap and Sonny smiles, asking, "How're you holding up?"
III
But now the lightning won't let up. It caught Ravi's house, which Sonny aided in putting out. It's injured plenty of people, including Credence, Sonny's heard. And it's killed someone. Sonny's used to dealing with danger, but that's danger that comes from people. Not danger that comes from Mother Nature herself.
The first days afterwards, Sonny doesn't visit Credence in his room. There's a steady stream of people going in and out, it seems, friends closer to him than Sonny is, and that's how it should be. It's a few days later that he comes to the Inn and sees Credence out of his room and sitting by the fire, scribbling away in a journal. Sonny disappears into the kitchen, and with some supplies brought from his own home and others borrowed from the pantry, he whips up what he considers a sorry excuse for some Italian herb biscuits, with a bit of white peppered gravy to go with it. With that on a platter, he fetches a game of Jenga from where some entertainment items are stored at the inn, and goes to where Credence is sitting.
"Hey buddy, I heard what happened." He sits in the chair opposite of Credence without invitation, setting the platter of biscuits and gravy between them, gesturing to it so Credence knows it's free to eat. The game rests in his lap and Sonny smiles, asking, "How're you holding up?"