(Jeez, these boys need to eat some grilled cheese and chill out! Or, like, just the grilled cheese part, at least. Purposeful chilling might be a little more difficult.)

Sora stares into the dark of the forest, then sits down, folding his legs cross-legged. He pulls his sweatshirt cuffs from his jacket sleeves and begins to pick at the already frayed edge.

"It's Riku," he says, and then, abruptly: "Before you say it - yeah, eff him, I know." He doesn't move from the ground, still studiously unraveling his cuffs and pulling out the spare threads. "It's me. It's just my stupid. Me."