Riku closed his eyes lightly as Sora touched his hair and face so gently. Like he might hurt him. And, right now, who knew? An accidental touch, even a gentle one, might hurt him. And it bothered him more than he knew it should have, that the hair Sora moved was where it had been cut. He'd never really been fond of his hair, but right now, he didn't think he'd ever hated it more. His hair had drawn attention to them, most certainly. Had been a target in itself.
"I've been better," Riku whispered. The last thing he wanted to do was alert anyone else in the house to the fact that they were awake. "You?"