Canterlot now shines yellow. Most ponies are up and about. Isaac trudges down Canterlot streets, with his hands in his pockets and a downtrodden expression on his face. He ignores the various ponies' pleasantries as he walks deciding to keep his gaze focused on the ground in front of him.

Sooner or later, he reaches the castle's gates, and he enters, and eventually reaches his luxurious room in the castle.

"Isaac," the feminine pegasus guard stationed outside his room spouts cheerfully.

"Hey, Sunny," Isaac mumbles, before briskly walking into his room and promptly lie on the bed. As soon as he enters, he was filled with regret for his behavior towards the mare. She is one of his friends, after all. I shouldn't take it out on her… Hell, I shouldn't have taken it out on Celestia. It's not her fault, anyway.

Isaac's thoughts are interrupted by three knocks on the door, followed by a slightly muffled, feminine voice, "Isaac? Are you okay?"

Isaac sighs. He hates it when ponies were sad. "You can come in," he states.

A second later, the door opens, a turquoise mare peeking inside and in another second, the pony scurries in, and takes her helmet off and sets it down by the door, revealing her vibrant yellow mane.

"Hey, Isaac. Are you okay?" She inquires once more, all the while inching her way towards him. She had only seen him as melancholy as this once before. That was when he had just arrived in Equestria. She felt sympathetic and concerned for him during that time, and was-and still is-glad that she had been assigned to guard him. She had made a good friend in him since then, and now… seeing him so gloomy hurt her, too. But she was determined to cheer him up. The mare believes that it is her duty as a guard-and as a friend, more importantly, to do so.

"Not really," Isaac confessed, keeping his stare upon the ceiling.

Sunny Skies sighed, but made sure that Isaac couldn't hear it. She wishes that he was more expressive, more talkative around her, but at least he's letting her help. She climbs up onto Isaac's bed, faces Isaac, and sits on her haunches on the opposite side of the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Uhm… you're totally going to laugh at me…"

"Come on, now. I won't judge you, Isaac. You should know that by now," Sunny says caringly.

A moment passes before Isaac decides to tell her, "Yeah… you're right. I'm sorry, Sunny. Okay, uhm… it's Celestia."

One of Sunny's eyebrows raises at the mention of the Princess' name.

"She… we were-this morning, we were walking through the Gardens, like we always do, as you know… and we were talking… "

"So, yeah, we were talking, and then, somehow, I kind of… well, not kind of-I did… basically told her-indirectly, that I… liked her, I guess."

"Like…" Sunny mumbles, before gasping, and looking at Isaac with wide eyes and perked up ears. "Y-you mean like, as in 'like, like'?!"

Isaac nods and murmurs a "Uh-huh."

"Oh my gosh, what… oh," Sunny gawks, muttering the last word as she quickly figured out the reason for his sorrowful demeanor. "W-well, uhm... I don't really have enough-or any, really-experience to tell you what to do… but, I'm sure it's going to work out in the end, Isaac. Really, I do," she encourages, a hoof resting on Isaac's shoulder while he lies there, gaze still fixated on the ceiling.

Isaac sighs, "Maybe. But what am I going to do tomorrow, Sunny? I think I just ruined my friendship with Celestia… damn it," he laments, both of his hands resting on his face. He growls, somewhat quietly, before sighing again.

"Well, you told me that you have work for the next five days, right?" Sunny queries, smiling when Isaac nods, "Great! Then you have a few days to think about what you want to say to her, right?" She suggests enthusiastically.

"Are you sure about this? What if she takes me not talking to her much for that long incorrectly? What if-"

"Shh. Have I ever steered you the wrong way, Isaac?" Sunny challenged, smiling sweetly.

"Well, yes, many times, actually-and I'm sure your advice is a lot more sound than usual considering the gravity of this particular situation, but you seriously just said that, and I quote, 'I don't really have enough-or any, really-experience to tell you what to do,' which doesn't really invoke a lot of confidence in your advising abilities…

Sunny's smile turns into a frown, then into a pout, her eyes on the verge of shedding tears, and her ears becoming upside down, hugging the side of her head, "I-is my help really that bad? I'm sorry, I don't mean to… I'll just go outside now. I'm sorry,"

Before Sunny could get the chance to move, Isaac grabs her hoof which was previously on his shoulder, eliciting Sunny to promptly look into his eyes. He sits up and faces her, then sighs in frustration, causing him to hastily apologize, "Sorry! Damn it… sorry. I'm not mad at you, or upset with you…" He lets his words take effect before cautiously apologizing once again, "I just… I'm really bad with peop-ponies. Actually, I was bad with people, too, but… anyway. I didn't really mean what I said, and… I'm sorry. I really am. In truth, I'm very thankful for your help, even though they may land me in some trouble sometimes. But that's okay! You're still one of my best friends, really! A-at least, I hope I'm still your friend, after what my big mouth just said…"

Sunny's eyes slowly went towards the hand that was gripping her hoof, and in a moment, the hand retracts itself, followed by a, "Sorry…" She looks away for a minute, but returns her gaze onto Isaac. Then, Sunny opens her forelegs to him, her gaze turning into a hopeful, somewhat cheery look. Isaac's expression turns into one of relief, and soon enough, the two are caught in an embrace. "Thank you, Isaac. It's okay. I forgive you. You're still my best friend," Sunny coos, gently nuzzling the side of Isaac's neck.

"Thank you for forgiving me," Isaac voices softly. "What a day, huh?" He utters, receiving a nod from his friend.

"I better go outside now," Sunny chuckles. "Good luck with the Princess, Isaac…" She says, before getting off the bed putting her helmet back on, and walking out of the room.

Jesus Christ, what a day. I think I'll take Sunny's advice. I'm sure it'll all work out fine…