[Riku's hand in his hair feels nostalgic. So many memories of the two of them as little kids. When Sora would scrape a knee and cry Riku would pat his head just like that and tell him that it was alright. Sora always wonders if he has all those memories lined up right in his head. He wonders if he can remember all of those days one by one. If the details are right. If he's forgotten them. If those memories even happened...

He tries to smile at first. That same Sora way that tries to bury away any negative feels with a smile and a shake of his head. But it's hard to keep that up in front of Riku's sincere questions. That's why Sora looks down a moment later and tries to swallow the lump in his throat.

Riku's always been like the earth. Grounding and safe. Sturdy and reliable. Always...]

There's just... So much that I need to still tell you about, Riku. And I guess I don't know where to start half the time. About the worlds I've seen without you and Kairi around. About me. About Roxas. About Vanitas...

[He looks back up at Riku.]

A part of me is a little worried you won't like me for what's happened. For the stuff that is different.