[it's not like roxas hasn't noticed that something's up with mary—with how much time they spend together, it would be difficult to miss even the slightest change in her disposition.
he's let it slide for a bit, because he hasn't come to confide in him and he doesn't want to force it out of her. but when it goes on for too long to the point where their conversations just peter off, and when she sits on the sofa that way, she looks like...
well, she looks like him when things are weighing on him. so roxas is quiet for a while, quietly stalking off to the kitchen before returning with a sandwich—haphazardly cut in half so they can split it, but putting it down on the coffee table in front of couch as he sits.]
So... [he starts, but he trails off before he can try to say anything else.
he'll get there in a minute, though.] ...Do you wanna talk about it?
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he's let it slide for a bit, because he hasn't come to confide in him and he doesn't want to force it out of her. but when it goes on for too long to the point where their conversations just peter off, and when she sits on the sofa that way, she looks like...
well, she looks like him when things are weighing on him. so roxas is quiet for a while, quietly stalking off to the kitchen before returning with a sandwich—haphazardly cut in half so they can split it, but putting it down on the coffee table in front of couch as he sits.]
So... [he starts, but he trails off before he can try to say anything else.
he'll get there in a minute, though.] ...Do you wanna talk about it?
[whatever "it" is.]