Lea was starting to think that just maybe he could get used to hugs after all: there really was something indescribable about them. He had pushed everyone away for so long, been so afraid to let anybody even get that close that he'd completely forgotten what he was even missing. He smiled a little, letting his brow rest against Roxas' sternum, and then he nodded firmly, standing back up, hands on Roxas' shoulders again.

"I believe in Sora too," he said, though he wasn't quite so ready to voice faith in himself just yet. He ruffled Roxas' head fondly then. "I mean, if he's the other side of you, then I know he'll never give up until things are set right. We'll find a way."

They had to. Lea wasn't going to let it end any other way. They had worked too hard and lost too much to just give in and give up.

He exhaled sharply when a shudder crept up his spine, and suddenly wished he'd thought to grab his scarf along with his coat. Rubbing his bare hands together, he blew into them, then looked at Roxas over his fingertips.

"Wanna go get something to eat?" he asked. "I'm... not ready to go home just yet, but it's colder than Vexen's intentions out here."