Replacement: this is based on a dream I had.
(Roxas's POV)
I was a nervous wreck. I need to see him.
Whenever I was stressed I went to a certain someone for support. (I refrained from going to Axel, which bugged the hell out of him. He'd always say, "Why can't you tell me?" and of course I would answer, "Because you'll get mad at me.") Can you guess who I went to? That's right.
Demyx.
This time I was a bit more needy than usual. He just sat quietly and listen as I talked.
"I just can't control it." I was saying. "I-I don't know why. I just- I wish I could just think straight."
He nodded and I was sure he understood. It was like he knew everything I was going through.
"I'm sorry I have to lean on you like this, Demyx." I said softly, my head hung. "I dont know who else to go to."
"It's alright really." he smiled.
I was sitting next to him in his room. His smile felt good. I couldn't help smiling back.
"Demyx thank you." I said.
"For what?"
"You don't have to do this."
"What? Listen?" he looked sincere. "It's not like it's a real stretch."
"I know but," I went quiet. I looked up at him. He had such pretty eyes. "It means a lot to me."
My chest tingled. I could feel his warmth beside me.
"Demyx?" I squeaked. "C-can I..?"
He smiled again and spread his arms. "Go ahead."
I threw my arms around him. He always gave such good hugs.
I was so warm, so safe. He was so nice. I just felt like-
"Woah," Demyx was pulling away. "Where did that come from?"
I blushed. "I'm sorry Demyx," I kept my eyes low. "I shouldn't have done that without, y'know asking..."
"S'okay." He was so great. "Yeah, just warn me next time before..."
It was quiet. But a sweet kind of quiet. Happy.