"Zexion what happened to you?" Demyx asked, concerned.
Zexion had come home from being god-knows-where. His clothes were a mess, he reeked of alcohol and almost seemed like he wasn't there.
"Zexion!" Demyx yelled. Zexion had started walking upstairs, without really even looking at Demyx in the eye. Demyx was starting to worry about what Zexion could have gotten himself into.
When Zexion had continued walking upstairs, Demyx grabbed his arm and pulled him back. And still Zexion wouldn't look him in the eye.
"Zexion what happened to you?" Demyx repeated. Zexion finally looked up at Demyx.
"I did something horrible." He whispered.
"Alright, come over here and we can talk about it" He led Zexion over to the couch, where they sat down. Zexion didn't talk for a second.
"Demyx tonight I went out to a club…and…I…." He didn't seem able to finish the rest of the sentence.
"It's okay Zexy, no matter what happened, we can get through it" Demyx took Zexion's hand. Zexion clinged to it, like a life-preserver.
"Demyx I met a guy at the bar and he bought me a drink, then everything got really hazy and the next thing I knew we were back in his room….and….." Zexion couldn't finish. Tears started to slip down his face.
"Oh Zexion…." Demyx said. He wrapped his arms around Zexion, feeling Zexion cling to the front of his shirt. He felt the sobs course through Zexion.
"I'm so sorry Demyx" Zexion whispered. Demyx just barely heard him.
"Shhh Zexion….. Its alright, I still love you and we'll find a way to get through this" Demyx said, comforting Zexion.