"We're not friends," I cut her off before she can say anything else, "friends listen to each other. Any friend of mine would know better. No, we're not friends. I'm just the guy you like hanging around because I make you feel better about yourself." She's speechless, as am I. I've played this out a million times in my head, so why now can I not remember anything I wanted to say?

I didn't know how to teach this kid how to get a job, I didn't know how to teach him how to do taxes and I sure as hell wasn't qualified to tell him how to write a check. But If I was going to teach Roxas anything with the limited time I had with him, I was going to teach him about what I do know, about what I've learned in my time on this Earth.

Sora lives a life of alcohol and hook ups. But after enough drinks, a man's true desires are revealed.