Sora laughs. "Yeah, I'd have been mad too. Gone for that long, not knowing if you'd come back? Not even a warning." He looks down at his shoes. No more snow to crunch around it, just that weird transitional gray green brown mess between winter and spring.

"I'd have gone looking for you if I could have, if I didn't already know where you were." Again, it's what he does. "I'd still have gone after you if I didn't know if it was just gonna make things worse." And even then that's not really much of a deterrent. Regardless of whether it would make things better or worse, Sora would have gone after them at some point. He's not good with waiting. (Desperate? Yeah. Kind of the story of his life.)