[Jason stops. They care about him. Not me. Gods he can be an idiot. It's easy to forget, at times, just how complicated Sora's existence truly is and that these memories are just more pieces of a past life. It's not something he can go back to and that version of Sora -- the one among the toys -- was not exactly the same as the one trekking back to the path wearing socks on his hands. They're similar, but as Sora had explained upon their first meeting, they are also different.

He doesn't know what to say. Nothing he can think of really applies here and he doesn't want to make it worse than he already had. He watches Sora move ahead of him, continuing to reach the path. Jason shakes his head and strides forward. Maybe he can't think of what to say, but he does have an idea of something he can do.

He reaches out and pulls the other into a hug. He hadn't given many hugs in his time here, but Sora seems like he could use one.]

I care about you. This version of you. I don't know how much it counts for...but this is the only version of you I've met.