Huh.

[ Roxas mumbles around the straw in his drink, tapping his foot thoughtfully against the wood of the bar. ]

I don't know. They... probably miss me. I don't remember telling them I was going anywhere. We were supposed to go to the beach tomorrow. Guess that's yesterday, now. The beach is better than this crappy little town, so. It's probably better that they're there. I hope they had fun.