Jamie looks down at the space between them, at Sora's hand over Jamie's heart and the other holding Jamie's hand to his chest, and there's that feeling he gets sometimes that he can't really put a name to, the one that's kind of like fear and happiness and hope and protectiveness all mingled together, the one that makes him wonder sometimes what Sora sees in him to say these kinds of things to him.

He squeezes Sora's hand gently and pulls him in again to rest his chin on Sora's shoulder. "Dude," he says in kind of a half-chuckle.