[Roxas is inside the hollow tower, curled up on his side atop a simple bedroll. he's under the covers, because it's getting pretty cold up here at night when there aren't any real walls. but he's not asleep; he has his PDA out, holding it on the pillow and poring through his journal for the day, patiently putting the pictures he took into place]
[--but he recognizes a presence in his space after a few beats, and he pushes himself up on the hand not holding the PDA, warily, and waits]