[Ritsuka's too used to keeping his thoughts and feelings about this close to the chest; even in therapy he would rarely volunteer specifics about his situation, nor the guilt he felt every time his mother got that look in her eyes. It's impossible for him to explain something like that, and he's not optimistic enough to believe that Roxas would understand in quite the way he wants him to.
Ritsuka is quiet for a moment, thinking over Roxas's response, silently discouraging his own hopes.]
I'm Ritsuka.
[The shift in conversation is abrupt; Ritsuka only belatedly realizes he hasn't yet given his name, and he's too determined to steer the topic in another direction before he speaks too freely.
Besides, the other boy seemed to be waiting for someone when he first walked up.]