[ Obviously it hadn't worked out at all, because here she is. And how long would she have been sitting at home, wondering, if she hadn't decided to find him herself? Would he have stayed up here all night? Is he going to stay up here all night?

Because if he is, she's not budging. Mary also doesn't really think to focus on their closeness right now, even if she'd ordinarily be a flushed, flustered mess if their hands so much as brushed. But right now, Roxas needs... her? This? Whatever it is she can offer to help him feel better, she'll gladly do it.

So, with a soft fwump, she rests her head on his shoulder and takes a deep breath. ]

I don't really know... how to help. [ Mary admits that, because as much as she wants to, she doesn't have a magical solution to reassure him. That was too much he's had to deal with, and she's only wishing she could have found him sooner. ]

But I always felt like... they had to be wrong, saying someone like you didn't have a heart. Or-- um, not that you were lying, but that... I guess, in the end, it didn't matter to me? I mean, it hurt, and I know it's hurt you but--

[ Ugh, explaining this is too darn complicated. ]

You were never a Nobody to me. You were-- no, you're still Roxas. And no matter what you learn or what they say, that's never going to change for me.

So you can stay here as long as you need to, until you know what it is you feel. I'll stay, too.