He doesn't have time for this. But still, now he feels the strength to sit up, and so he does, getting on his knees and scooting forward a bit before reaching out and picking up the paper. It feels a bit warm, too, which he thinks is odd, because it wasn't in the sunlight. He unfolds it with a delicate touch. Not because it looks fragile, but because he just… feels like he should.
Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,632 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Published: 1/23/2015 - Roxas, Xion - Complete