Even without the time he was sleeping, it's been a long time since Axel messed with his hair like that. Roxas' smile slides into something crooked and kind of nostalgic, and he nods in acknowledgment before taking a seat.
It's different from how things were before. Their feet touch the ground instead of hanging hundreds of feet above it, and the light is bright and kind of sterile instead of warm and welcoming. But it's close enough. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that they're back there, in a place and time when things were simpler and they could just be best friends again. It's what he's wanted for a long time, even when it was way past the point that was possible.
He'd wanted to hear Axel say those worse, too. Now that he has, Roxas isn't sure what to say in return. For a moment, he's quiet.
"I heard you that night, you know," he says, looking down at the floor. "When you said you'd miss me. I just pretended I didn't."
It was easier that way. Because if Axel was just as heartless as the rest of them, if no Nobody could muster up anything like a true emotion, then Roxas didn't have to feel bad about leaving, because that made his feelings just as hollow.
"All I ever wanted to know was who I am. I was always going to leave, eventually."
No matter what Axel did, no matter what the Organization or Riku or anyone did, the questions and the memories were going to catch up sooner or later. Part of him wishes it had been just a little later. Then he could have had three hundred and sixty-five days, one year to call his own.
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It's different from how things were before. Their feet touch the ground instead of hanging hundreds of feet above it, and the light is bright and kind of sterile instead of warm and welcoming. But it's close enough. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that they're back there, in a place and time when things were simpler and they could just be best friends again. It's what he's wanted for a long time, even when it was way past the point that was possible.
He'd wanted to hear Axel say those worse, too. Now that he has, Roxas isn't sure what to say in return. For a moment, he's quiet.
"I heard you that night, you know," he says, looking down at the floor. "When you said you'd miss me. I just pretended I didn't."
It was easier that way. Because if Axel was just as heartless as the rest of them, if no Nobody could muster up anything like a true emotion, then Roxas didn't have to feel bad about leaving, because that made his feelings just as hollow.
"All I ever wanted to know was who I am. I was always going to leave, eventually."
No matter what Axel did, no matter what the Organization or Riku or anyone did, the questions and the memories were going to catch up sooner or later. Part of him wishes it had been just a little later. Then he could have had three hundred and sixty-five days, one year to call his own.