Sora turned so he could face Riku better, so he could take his hands and hold tightly to both of them. Finally, finally the boy notices! Sora knew Riku wasn't completely and hopelessly thickheaded.
"Yes," he said, moving Riku's goshdarned bags to look into his eyes properly. "I know you think it doesn't matter, and I want you to know that it really, honestly doesn't matter," it didn't change how he felt about Riku, he loved him no more or less married or not. "It doesn't have to be big and flashy, I don't care," he promised. It could be simple. "Your parent's backyard, your family and mine and Kairi and maybe some cake and that's it, at the end of the summer before school is back in and we don't even have to have a honeymoon but just THINK of the wedding night sex and I swear I will not make you wear white so please," he took a breath after saying all of that quite fast.
"Please marry me Riku?" Pretty please with a cherry on top?