Thanks. I'm pleased, actually. You know, I said I liked it here, but... going and coming back makes me grateful to have been able to stay. There's so many people who... I'd hate to never see again. You know?

[He's sure she does, so he just goes ahead and leads the way upstairs to his room. It's the same as always too, the bed made neatly, afternoon sunlight spilling in. Riku sits on the bed, pats the spot beside him in invitation to sit.]

It's weird... back home feels like some wild adventure, and this feels like real life. But that is my life. Which isn't to say this isn't equally my life, because it is. Just... now I have two. We're lucky, I think.