Chapter Text
"To think," Xion says, arms wrapped around her knees, "all that time we had hearts."
"It wasn't really that surprising to me." The boy (man? savior? Master?) beside her takes a bite out of the ice cream she bought him, flinching at the salt on his tongue, not looking her way. "Not after I saw how much you cared for people you didn't even know."
And really, what is she supposed to say when the boy she never got to know says that? She rests her head on her knees, hiding the blush and smile that rises at his words.
