The bedroom is dim when Maxxie comes in, lights off and blinds closed, and Jamie's sitting on the floor on the far side of the bed, legs drawn up to his chest and arms folded atop his knees. He looks up as his bandmate approaches; he looks exactly as morose as one would expect under these circumstances.

"Hey," he says quietly, and adds after a moment: "How're you holding up?"

He's not the only person missing Sora, he knows; it takes some effort to think past his own upset right now, but Maxxie must be hurting too.