(Well, Sora's not happy about that either, but it's more about principle than anything more dire.)

"Yeah. I know how that feels." Sora nabs the little twist of metal in its ice, actually, sticks it in the sink. He was going to just melt it out, but he'll just wait until he has gloves. To make Soldat happy.

"Don't think I've ever had to go through a friend's things, though." That sounds really hard. He's never wanted to think about that in his life. Bent over backward to prevent something like that from happening, actually. "Do you need help with that?"