identity wank ahoy

[lamentless]

Characters: Roxas and Aqua to start...Ven and Nams later on since I'm not wasting space making multiple posts for his angsty business.
Setting: People's rooms, though he's going to move around quite a bit.
Format: Whatevs, we coo' guys, we coo'.
Summary: Set after this thread. Roxas, naturally, has to go inquire about this possibility with a few people in a specific order.
Warnings: I am expecting someone to angst before this is through. If not, we're doing it wrong guys.

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The girl raised her head as he shifted originally, her curiosity and instinctive discomfort driving her. Briefly, she had to remind herself that this was Roxas. No need to get nervous about him getting closer. He wasn't going to hurt her-- probably, unless he'd really taken what she said to heart, which... knowing both him and his Other, didn't seem likely, even if he did believe her.

Her expression attempted to move toward apologetic but got sidetracked by surprise at his response, and she automatically followed his eyes until he looked back at her. That part of his answer made her feel rather like she'd just been punched in the stomach, both because it was another startling concept and because he said it was how he felt and that... that couldn't be, and she couldn't TELL him it couldn't be because--

She was still reeling from that when she felt him wrap his arm around her shoulder. She went rigid, reflexively turning her head to try to see even though she could easily tell what it was. Still, she had a very hard time processing what, exactly, was going on here. Her eyes went from his arm to his face and back again once or twice, then turned toward the ground. Hesitantly, she reached up to place her hand lightly on his arm. Whether this was her way of telling herself that it was really there or returning the sort-of-hug was unclear even to her, but she left her hand where it was. She wished she could think of the words to tell him that he was wrong, to find some way to make him believe it, but she found all she could think was, "Thank you." It came out like a gasp, and to her surprise, her eyes were beginning to prickle. She wanted to add that he was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't get her throat to cooperate.