"But no matter how much your best friend is a jerk, he's still your best friend, isn't he?"

Riku recites it like it's a poem; he knows it like the back of his hand and no, there is not something new there. Riku understands that--he understands Sora's intent in trying to find him, even if he wished he didn't. He didn't feel too grateful that Sora decided to not punch him in the face when they'd met back up, but that was nitpicking. He definitely deserved it, even so.

After a moment, he moved over to Lea's side, hip bumping against his. "Want me to show you how to cut?"