[He can't help but be surprised by the hug. For some reason he thought that maybe Riku would be intangible, like a ghost, a wandering spirit or something. But he's real and solid, and here, even if this is a dream. It feels very real.

Sora hugs him back briefly, before Riku pulls back to look at him. And Sora can see his eyes up close. The feelings and images that keep trying to reach him are almost overwhelming to try and sort through when his programming is simultaneously trying to block everything out. His expression ends up looking pained, his brows furrowed.]

I've only heard your name, and Kairi's... Is she okay? Are you okay? The last time I dreamed about you guys, she'd lost her heart... And you... You weren't you.