"If you can do that with the knife, I think I'd be grateful," Riku smiles to the floor, looking away from Lea again.

He thought of Isa, as he'd been months ago--when he'd come here with a younger Lea, and the smile fades from his face, fingers clasping and unclasping around the can opener as he thought. "... when we get him back," Never if. Never if, Riku thinks, because if 'if' was supplied to him when Sora had been taken, he would've grown angrier.

"I hope he'll humor you more. I mean--" he shrugs a shoulder. "I can't be the one doing it all the time."