[ riku's licking at the trail of peanut butter now dripping across his palm before he looks up to peer at lea, at his seriousness, and he drops it back to the plate. there's a softer smile, something excessively modest, beating with his heart. ]

You already did. If Xehanort ever got his hands on Sora... [ riku hesitates. he knows exactly what he would've done. anything and everything. ] ... if he'd turned into a vessel, everything would've gone wrong. You saved my life when you saved him.

[ he looks back down to his messy hands, and gives an awkward shrug. ]

Don't worry about it.