[ When Sora latches himself onto him again and so tightly at that, Riku comes to stop and listens to the words that he mutters against him. The way that Sora has a penchant for being so emotional and so quickly... it causes Riku to smile a little- even laugh softly under his breath again. Coming to gently tilt his head some so as to have a better look down at Sora, Riku then places his hand against the nape of Sora's neck. ]

I guess it kinda is. You never did know how to not get excited over something or someone, huh?

[ And yet, his words hold a gentle touch of amusement to them rather than a bite with the intention to make him feel more guilty. ]

Sora, it doesn't matter. [ And he comes to gently brush his fingers against the back of Sora's neck. ] I don't really care what they think. When have I ever?