Sora was curled up in a shivering ball, and it wasn't just because he'd kicked the blanket off again; the blue eyes were wide open, unfocused and unseeing, and his mouth was silently moving, working as if he was trying not to cry.

"Sora." He reached over to shake him out of his nightmare, before it got any worse. Sora's eyes focused briefly and he jerked away from the touch; Riku yanked his hand back as if he'd been burned, swallowing hard around a cold lump in his throat. "Sora," he said again, hating the shakiness in his voice. "Wake up."

Sora's eyes blinked slowly closed and opened again, focused and aware, and blinked confusedly at Riku. "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost or something." He rolled over on his back and stretched. "Man, it's not even dawn yet."

"You were having a nightmare." Riku propped himself up on his elbow, keeping his hands close to his body. It wasn't all that difficult; his usual morning horniness had vanished the instant Sora had flinched away from him.

"I was?" Sora rolled over to look at him. "I don't - oh. I must have been fighting something, because all I remember is my mouth full of blood and being really scared of - something. Dunno what." He reached over and pushed Riku's hair out of his face. "Hey, did I kick you when I was sleeping again? Cause you look like I kicked you." He'd given Riku some really impressive bruises, thrashing around in the grip of nightmares about Heartless, not to mention bruising himself on the walls or the hatch handles.

"Nah, I'm fine," Riku said, the cold lump starting to dissolve as Sora absently finger-combed his hair. "Don't worry about it."

Sora shot him a look and pulled a bottle of potion from the locker. "Riku, you're a lousy liar."