Sora pushes back until his head hits an arm, and then gets up on an elbow until he has a shoulder propped up against it. Riku, he hears that, but unless he has a straw to work with, he's gonna end up with blood AND juice on his admittedly already trashed sweatshirt. Sora may be a little insecure about what he knows about Riku at the moment, but he's about 80% sure he was never a sippy straw kind of guy.

"Good," he says to Link, looking at him through lidded eyes as he grasps at the glass gratefully... and then maybe winking. He is very lightheaded and has very little impulse control and would like Link to know they are still cool. "If you hear any more voices... tell 'em to buzz off." In the meantime, Sora will lie on this couch, sipping slowly at his juice, trying not to study Riku's profile from the couch as it's lit faintly by a weird, sickly mix of green and red light.

Wait. Red light?

Sora tries to look around again - he has his lantern on him, and Link's still swirling green lantern is right there - but, yep, that's too sudden and he is now seasick again. Nope, bad. Head hurting now. "Where's the red coming from," he asks before putting the glass down carefully floorwards and letting his eyes snap shut again.