Oh.... not go back to the dooms? Riku took his little sister's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I remember when I realized that I wouldn't be going back," he said gently, "And I mourned the loss of that familiarity." He'd be lying if he said that he didn't. He realized when, suddenly, he couldn't find his old clothes, his uniform, even his own shoes. Everything had been replaced, almost as if the old Riku didn't exist anymore.
"But, we can't stand in the doorway forever." Neither on one side or the other. "It gets better, Namine. I promise. And those people you love and care about won't go away." She hadn't. Even if she hadn't been his sister, he would have kept in contact with her. "And you will make more friends too. I know its scary, and sad, now, but it will be okay. And I will always be here, if you need something. Even if that's just a caring ear."
"What?" Hayner fluttered his eyelashes at Roxas. "I certainly meant that in the nicest way possible!" He watched Roxas's jacket hit the floor, made a mental note to pick it up later. "Oh do PUNISH me, My Lord. Any attention from you is kind." Ugh, that sounded more eloquent in his head.
"I may." Hayner reached for the buttons on his jacket, slowly undoing them. "If My Lord will allow it." He sat up, Roxas across his thighs, and began kissing down Roxas's neck, still working on the buttons. "I will."