[He won't pester too much about the details. Since they've been down this road before of darkness and fading hope and unsure futures. Internal fears are another thing and Sora can practically feel those things seeping out of Vanitas even if there is no magical bond. The shaking, the tears, the ache of the dream...

He scoops Vanitas closer and buries his nose in his hair in a rough nuzzle and cuddle. Trying to ease up on the exhaustion with his own subtle comfort of being close.]

I know. But crying isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it feels good to let it out and then figure out the rest after that.