[ Sora feels perhaps foolishly gratified when Roxas doesn't snap his hand away or even withdraw it at all, smiling a bit brighter at his other before nodding to the question. Absently his legs kick back and forth a little, hanging off the edge of the carousel as they are the way they're sitting. ] Yeah not just dreams or seeing things. And [ His smile turns into a grin, thoughtful. ] definitely not the same, sort of...well, like two sides of a coin, I guess.

[ Again he's struck with the reality that even in his most truthful state he doesn't have especially satisfying answers for Roxas, but that one seems to hit home, resonate because of the way it roots down through both of them. Not the same, but part of one thing anyway, and that's...well, he wonders if it could be okay to Roxas, the way he is now, when he is from.

Judging by the fact that he's still here at all, well that's got to be a good sign, Sora hopes.

He'd thought, as Roxas rejoined with him, the smile he gave him before doing so had been that of a friend, and Sora had wondered if he smiled then if that was both of them in a sense too. ]

But does... [ He pauses, some misgiving creeping into his voice. ] ... does it, uh, bother you?