Jet watched Sora, studying him. He could tell the boy was at least, in some ways, trying to keep himself together, even as he oozed out all over the table. He'd only seen misery somewhat like it when Arith had died.
Kleenex, yes, Sora looked like he could really make good use of those right now. Riku's Father nodded a little and set his plate aside. "One moment."
Riku returned in his absence, with his grandmother. He went around Sora's chair and placed his hands on his shoulders, rubbing gently.