Sora's about to argue that it's not been that long, but everything's too confusing around here. And it really is, he doesn't know where to start. He's got so much he wants to talk to Lea about that he didn't get a chance to tell him between waking up and going off again, and he wants to ask him about so much he doesn't know.

But before he can even start on all of that, his stomach gurgles audibly.

"Heh heh, I guess I could eat," he admits, taking up a seat across the table from Lea and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Boy, sleeping really takes it out of you, huh?"

Axel used to nap a lot. He remembers that from Roxas' memories. It seems weird that he should know so much about the person across the table from him when he, Sora, had a whole other life that Lea had never been privy to. He wants to be friends, better friends, with Lea, but where does he start?

He's not Roxas. He doesn't ever want to replace Roxas and he knows he won't. Roxas was, is Roxas, no matter what anyone else might say about Nobodies.

"We can talk and eat at the same time, right?"