“we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”
touch-starved prompts. -- @aspiringparasyte / @aspiringroleplays.
Roxas was having one of his 'off days'. the days where he seemed wrapped up in his thoughts, constantly re-running old memories in his head. the days where he just couldn't get himself to feel anything but apathy or just wanting to be left alone. he didn't know the root cause of it all. he'd never known. it was just something that he'd had for as long as he could remember. he was glad Sora seemed to understand Roxas's need for silence. to let him work through whatever this was at his own pace. he appreciated the other's company as well, of course. even if he didn't say so vocally. it was just nice to know that someone was there with him.
『 ❝ sorry you got stuck dealing with this... ❞ 』 it was the first and only thing he'd said, giving a brief glance over to Sora at his side. he knew it was likely the last thing Sora really wanted to do today. at the very least, Roxas hoped that him leaning against the other's side didn't bother him at all. the slight physical contact helped to ground the blond is all. but he'd stop if Sora asked him to.
