[Sora's mouth opens, works silently for a bit, then closes again. Even if Neku's memories of him are a bit hazy, what he probably can't forget even if he wanted to was how talkative Sora was. How...pretty aggressively in his face he got at times with how much he wanted to be his friend and help him out. And while that's still true for Sora now, it's clear just by the look in his eyes and the way he carries himself that he's been through some shit since they saw each other last.]
Yeah- [The word is almost wheezed out, more breathed than spoken.] I...
[Sora finds himself struggling to speak again, because it's hitting him in that moment that he's...well. Here. Even if here isn't home, or maybe he's in the dreamscape again, it doesn't matter. He still exists, in spite of what fate had designed for him.
So when he tries to continue, he finds that the lump in his throat makes it impossible to do that. He brings his hand up near his face and holds it there for a moment, brows furrowing as he puts fingers to the side of his cheek. He hadn't realized he'd been crying until that side of his face felt weirdly warm all of a sudden, different from the clammy dampness of the rain.]
squeezes out one more tag before bed
Yeah- [The word is almost wheezed out, more breathed than spoken.] I...
[Sora finds himself struggling to speak again, because it's hitting him in that moment that he's...well. Here. Even if here isn't home, or maybe he's in the dreamscape again, it doesn't matter. He still exists, in spite of what fate had designed for him.
So when he tries to continue, he finds that the lump in his throat makes it impossible to do that. He brings his hand up near his face and holds it there for a moment, brows furrowing as he puts fingers to the side of his cheek. He hadn't realized he'd been crying until that side of his face felt weirdly warm all of a sudden, different from the clammy dampness of the rain.]
S...sorry, I. It's, uh...a long story...
[...]
I'm just...really happy to see you, Neku.