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She rarely hears his voice; Sun, her boyfriend, doesn’t speak outside of Pokémon battles, and when he does, he speaks in short, broken sentences.
“I have selective mutism,” Sun mumbles one day, staring down at his sneakers as he fiddles with an ultra ball.
His explanation makes a lot of sense, and Lillie hugs him, whispering, “Thank you for telling me; don’t worry, this changes nothing between us – if anything, you telling me something so personal has made us closer than ever,” she adds, and Sun smiles.