To Sora, affection came naturally.
He was constantly surrounded by friends and allies, and always had someone to motivate him, be it through a quick ruffle of his hair (met with much protest) or just a few encouraging words.
To Riku, affection was hard.
He deeply regretted the time he had spent lost in the darkness, no matter how many times he reminded himself that it had been to save those he cared about. He would wake up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat, chest heaving as he tried to convince himself that nothing was going to come after him anymore. That the razor-claws and deep gold eyes c