“You think you’ve adjusted from your identity crisis days and then you see a guy who has the same face as you and realize nothing you have is solely yours and you’re back to spiraling”
( pause )
“ I should dye my hair. ”
“You being here, alive, that’s already a gift, Xion”
Ugh, Sora is definitely rubbing off on him. He means every word of it, obviously. There is no making up how much emotion she makes him feel, how intensely every emotion is with her.
He loved her so much it was dizzying.
“You’re saying that, and I haven’t even given you your gift yet.”
Chuckling, her eyes flutter shut. She wonders if this is too much, but there’s something eager and happy in her that nags that it’s not enough. She wants to give him a lot of things.