They're okay. I mean... well, I dunno that I know all your friends, but... the mutual ones, anyway. [He clears his throat roughly and tugs the shirt collar back down to give her a reassuring smile.] You were missed, though.

[He still remembers Roxas' words that night he fled the Organization: "No one would miss me." It had stung then, and frankly it still stung a little now, to think that their existence was so lonesome they wouldn't even be missed if they disappeared. It was very important to him that Naminé not think such a thing.

[He furrows his brow at her inquiry then, thinking a moment.] Mm, just over a week, I think. It was last Monday. [He doesn't volunteer the information that Xion was the one who found her and made a panicked cry for help across the network.]