Sora wished Riku could carry him home too. Mostly he wished he could ride home on a cloud or something. That would be great.
Sora stirred and took a deep breath. He was pretty loathe to get up, the napping had felt soooo good. But, Philip was right. He wanted to get home before it was too late. And the faster they left the sooner they got home.
"Riku," Sora sat up a little and then leaned over his love to make him be awake with an innocent kiss on his cheek. "Will you help me up?" He could walk fine (a little limpy, because of his side, but the bruises on his legs were nearly faded). But getting up with only one arm was annoying and painful. Getting on his horse was slightly hellish as well.