Rubbing his forehead, Riku wished he could just... comply. It had to be easier than he thought it was--everyone seemed so good at that. Other people seemed to have themselves in mind, even if they didn't focus on themselves--they took days. He thinks of Kyouko, reminded of her compulsion to eat, thinks of Ros taking long days of work and then long days of rest when the job's done.

As per always, Riku tenses sharply when Lea takes his shoulders, but although his heart thumps hard in his chest, he doesn't bring up his hands. He doesn't try to shove him away, quietly looking up at him and breathing in through his nose.

It was funny; if one tried to analyze when this started, they wouldn't really have a date. Sora had been right when he'd talked with Lea before; Riku really had always been like this.

Honestly, Riku didn't know what to do. He could carve, sure, but that'd morphed from just expressing himself to expressing himself for others, making gifts and things for the house. "I... know."

Maybe he did.