Yes, this coat fits like a tent, but it also! Holds! All four sweaters Sora's wearing right now! (Really. He may be from the mid-Atlantic, but he's also from a tropical island. Just because he can handle a little cold now doesn't mean he wants to.)

Sora thinks about it, then slowly shakes his head. "This... is a little complicated. I don't know how to explain things well." Maybe that's the reason why he never talks about what he's thinking - he wants to make sense, so he holds it in until he has something that makes sense, or it's important to say it because someone else needs it.

"I think you're the only one who knows most of the story, and that's because... You're. We're sort of in the same boat." It's been easier to explain.

"... Is it okay? If I tell you things?" Sora is pulling on his gloves and doesn't look up. "I guess it's kind of weird to ask." Not that they'd know that. Not that they'd judge him. They have, in fact, done the opposite of judging him. They just let him... say things. And they agree and get the ideas that Sora's always sort of felt like were too weird to talk about, even in Locke City, where a lot of people were also, technically, in the same boat.