worthallthis | IC Inbox: In the Night

Sora slowly shakes his head. He has no idea what pathological means, but he sort of gets the gist of it. "He needed to be alone. I should - I knew that." Deep in his heart, he knew that that was what he wanted. "I knew that, I did. But I didn't want him to be alone."

So he followed him. Down a beach, toward a hill. "I'm... not. The." He stops, breathes evenly. It's okay. "I think we were. He was confused. I was... kinda. Scared that." It's okay, he repeats to himself, but his words are doing the thing where they follow exactly what he's thinking, which is everything at once. Slow down.

Soldat hesitates, then reaches over to put his hand on Sora's head again, holding there a moment before brushing it back a little. A pet. Two pets. "Maybe you oughta ask him that. Why he thought you wanted to hurt him. Might clear some shit up."

Literally the only things Soldat knows about friendship is "do things together", "care about each other", and "communicate". Everything else seems to flow from there. "Even if it don't make him your friend. 'Least you'd both know the same things. Be more able to work it out."

Sora does everything he can not to lean into the petting. He's not thinking like a dog anymore, he doesn't have to. He shakes his head instead.

"It was. This is my fault." He shakes his head. "I was... I did it wrong. I'm still doing it wrong." He stops, breathes in. Calm. Calm. "I know what happened. I do, I do, I'm just not going fast enough. This is my fault. I can't face Riku until I fix it."

And on that he clamps down his lips and bites them because what he was going to say next is so deeply and purely his problem that talking to Soldat couldn't possibly fix it at all. And there's so much going on and he's already gotten angry at Soldat once today and stressed them out and he doesn't want yet one more thing he cannot figure out how to fix hanging over their heads during the trip tomorrow. He knows if he goes for any longer they're going to miss Mr. Javert's session and Mr. Javert is going to be annoyed and his stupid problems aren't worth that.

He stands up suddenly. "It'll be okay. We should go." Then he strides through the smashed up path back toward the gym.

Though they might have a limited understanding of friendship, in this case "fixing it" seems like something the two of them have to do together. But Sora's right about one thing: class will start soon, and Soldat is not in the habit of being late. They give him a long, kind of wary look, then nods. "Inside, then. But I'm not forgetting any of this, either."

Sora pauses. His shoulders square and he looks back... and this is actually a pretty relieved smile. A little frazzled, a little sad, but not a bad feeling.

"Thank you," he says, and it's genuine. "It can wait." It can wait forever, if necessary. It really can. Sora will figure it out. He has to, whether he has help or not. It is, however, good to know that he doesn't have to be alone. It's enough.

"C'mon, let's go."

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