[Sora and Kairi were asleep when the gravity left---which means two keybladers are in their nightclothes, floating among the blankets. Sora stretches, grinning, and turns a somersault]
[his jaw tightens and he looks down a moment, torn]
...it might not matter to you, but it matters to others.
[a tense moment, and then he rubs his eyes under his glasses with a soft, tired sigh. something hurts, deep down in his chest, but he doesn't know what to do about it]
[his tense moment doesn't affect her. she retains her preternatural calm, floating above the storm inside of him, by choice. her expression doesn't change, though the hurt in his heart is being echoed inside of hers.]
Cans, rolls of paper towels, things like that. I can replace them later. I use them to slow my momentum.
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...it might not matter to you, but it matters to others.
[a tense moment, and then he rubs his eyes under his glasses with a soft, tired sigh. something hurts, deep down in his chest, but he doesn't know what to do about it]
I should go.
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He's not angry at you, Riku.
[but she nods.]
Just don't spend the night alone.
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not a happy thought]
...even if I do, I'll still be alright.
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