Special A Meeting of Worlds: Taylor Heights Dorm
Riku pushed a chicken nugget around on his napkin for a little bit. That other Sora.
"He showed up at the Outdoors Center, wearing the most rediculious clothes. But, you know, seeing as how there shouldn't BE three sets of people all looking alike, I thought he was you. So when someone told me you fainted, I was really worried. I took you, him, the person I thought was you, into the back. When you woke up, you were so relieved. You started to cry. You... you thought I had died in a shipwreck. I just thought you'd had some horrible dream, or hit your head, or something. I was really worried."
Though he felt really stupid now.
"So I took you back here, and you kept insisting that you were this Prince, and to not call you Sora, but you didn't want to go to the hospital. So I went and got Roxas. Roxas was convinced that there was something wrong, and went out to get you lunch. But, from talking and such... you decided that I wasn't the Riku you knew because of how our stories failed to match up. I was very angry, and very hurt. And you... he... would have left the dorms completely, if Roxas didn't convince him to wait until morning. But I guess Roxas called you, the real you, and realized that you weren't you. You were the other Sora."
Now he was kind of confusing himself.
"I didn't sleep very well," Riku confessed. "After everything we've been though, after all the memories we've made... I couldn't understand how my boyfriend could suddenly be chasing after a figment of his imagination. Except, when Roxas let me use his phone in the morning, you answered. And I was so glad." He buried his face against Sora's shoulder. "Sora. My Sora. Not that Sora."