Riku grinned in a kind of silly, foolish way, and let the Prince push him over, welcoming him with open arms. The Prince always seemed to fit so very well in his arms, like he was made to be there. Riku didn't know how anyone could possibly love as much as he did.
"I would like that," Riku said softly. He trailed his fingertips slowly over the Prince's hair, then his ears, along his cheek and jaw, and passing lightly over his lips.
He knew he didn't have very much training, but he felt like what he said was true. He'd do whatever he would, even taking on the Galbadian army, to fight for, and with, his Prince.