"It's not about being a jerk," Riku rolled his eyes, taking a few steps into the bedroom. Geez, it was spacious. Not as much as his parents', but honestly, if it was, Riku would've felt even more uncomfortable. "I just don't want to end up punching you in the face again."

The thought of waking up to bruised knuckles again was extremely disconcerting to Riku. Waking up to a bruised Lea, moreso. Even so, as he sat down at the desk against a wall and spun in the chair idly, he had to stop himself and take another glance around. A big, empty room...

A shiver crawled up his spine, and he rolled his shoulders. "I want you here."