Tifa let him think. She could practically hear the gears turning in his head, and gently stroked his hair while he thought about what she said. Though she was pretty sure that she could already predict what he was going to say; he loved Riku, he wanted Riku in his life, he did not want to have to him him like something shameful. Even if the relationship was a bit that.
Leaning over, Tifa kissed Sora's forehead and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "It is very difficult, Sora, for us to let you grow up, though we know he have to." When Leon died, a man needed to take the throne, not a boy. "Respect is given, when respect is demanded. Speak to him like a man, and he will treat you as one." If he approached his father like a child, he would be treated as one. "Honestly, I do not know what to do about your Riku. But he must not be allowed to wear his servant's clothes again," damaging, so damaging, to his reputation, "Until his future is decided."