"Well things change," Gokudera said sharply. "This morning everything I said was relevant. Now its not. Don't treat me like I'm the bad guy here!"
"I'm not," Riku said gently, petting his little brother's hair like a ruffled kitty. "I'm not, I'm just trying to understand what happened." What the HELL had happened. The kids had seemed FINE when he and Sora had left them.
"I don't really want to talk about it right now." Gokudera rolled over and hid his face in Riku's pillow. So he was going to stay, Riku assumed. It was kind of weird... Gokudera hadn't crawled into his bed to hide from bad dreams and such since he turned ten, and now this was the second night in a row.
"Okay," Riku allowed him. They could talk about it in the morning, or something. And then he could tell Gokudera about himself and Sora.