Something something, memories can't be destroyed? Whatever the case may be, he knows he needs to treat Naminé with care. Something to do with the little notebook pages he left back in New Jersey, something to do with the little flashes of memory he remembers of her in the city that felt like it was asleep. He wish he remembered more.

At least she seems warm now, almost flooded in his coat. It's nice to know that she's safe from the cold, at least.

When she asks the question, he opens his mouth almost immediately. Then closes it. He scratches the back of his head. "No. Yes?" He narrows his eyes at the ground, staring at her lantern, trying to put the pieces together. He's been thinking about it a lot, but none of the answers have been sticking well. "If... having memories and stuff from him isn't enough, then probably not. What I have feels real, but I don't know if that counts for anything." He's been uncertain about this for about a month now. He doesn't know who Naminé is, exactly, so he isn't sure if she'd necessarily have answers, either.

He looks up at her, nestled in those two big coats. This really is a lot to explain, even if they do have an entire snowstorm to wait out. He gets out his tablet, scrolling down the list of names in the directory, but doesn't really pay it much mind. It's open so he remembers to do something later.

"Maybe... it's better to save that part for later?" He smiles down at the tablet before setting it down again. He knows that his eyes scared Riku - it's better not to hold eye contact. "Have you been okay?" She died to get here, after all; he doesn't want to assume that she is okay.