[it is, and is probably a chunk of the reason why he flinches visibly at her apologies. Sora is trying so hard to see past himself so he can see her again- that friendly, if somehow melancholy to him at times, girl who offered to help him learn to bake, and was willing to still talk to him despite everything.]
[he lifts his hand. draws it back to his chest momentarily. very, very hesitantly places his palm flat on her shoulder.]
Please don't apologize... [that's all he can think to mumble right now.]
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[he lifts his hand. draws it back to his chest momentarily. very, very hesitantly places his palm flat on her shoulder.]
Please don't apologize... [that's all he can think to mumble right now.]