Movie night with Roxas had quickly shifted from Disney movies to a horror movie. While this wasn't unusual, it was unusual for Demyx to stay the night after a movie night.
Normally when it was over, he helped Roxas clean up the popcorn bowl, candy wrappers, and empty soda cans that littered the table and the floor around the couch before he yelled good night and walked back to his house. But tonight it was storming. Not the kind of storming where the only reason you knew it was there was because of the quiet rumble in the background, but the kind of storming where the world smelled like ozone because of the lighting arcing down from the clouds and the windows rattled from the loud, angry rumbles of thunder.
Roxas was on edge from the movie to begin with, and the lighting that seemed close enough to singe the tree in his front yard made him decide that there was no way in hell Demyx was walking home tonight.
And this was how Demyx ended up staring at the ceiling and listening to Roxas quietly snore beside him. Only when the snoring stopped and was replaced with short, panicked breaths did Demyx look away from the ceiling and towards the person who he was sharing a bed with.
Roxas's face was the picture of pure, nightmarish horror. His eyebrows were drawn and his mouth was opening. Half mumbled words could be heard, but not understood.
At a loss for what to do, Demyx rolled over and shook Roxas's shoulder, trying to wake him up. Roxas's eyes snapped open and quickly filled with tears of leftover terror. "Roxas?" Demyx questioned, slowly reacting out to pull the smaller blond into a hug. A muffled sob sounded from where the blond had his face buried in Demyx's shirt. "Shhh, it's okay…I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Demyx murmured as he rubbed a hand through Roxas's hair.
Eventually Roxas calmed down enough to sleep, and Demyx decided to never watch a horror movie on movie night again.