Sora pulls a thoughtful frown. A lot of things, really. He's not about to air out an old friend's laundry, though. That conversation belongs to memory and his old phone in Locke City alone.

"He didn't really care about what I did. He still cared about me. He wanted me to be okay." His mouth smiles and his eyes do too. It's fond. A good memory, even if it's buried deep, deep in possibly some of the worst pain and loneliness he's ever experienced.

"I ended up turning up at his doorstep in the middle of the night after ignoring him for a month. I needed help." He shrugs lightly, but his eyes are back to being serious. "He let me in. I stayed the night."