Demyx's POV
My eyes shut tight. I could feel my muscles twitch; the cold sweat slip behind my ears and down the back of my neck, a soft touch on my shoulder...No, it's just part of the dream.
"Demyx?" A nervous voice whispered. It was close. My eyes snapped open.
"Roxas?" I sat up and gathered myself.
"Were you having a nightmare?" He asked, sitting down next to me.
"N-no," I tried to act natural. He pushed a few stray hairs from his face and I found myself staring.
"You did."
"N-no I…" I looked down, away from those piercing blue eyes. I couldn't meet their gaze.I couldn't lie to them.
The eyes narrowed. "I heard you talking in your sleep."
I looked back up. "How much did you hear?"
"Enough." He said. I blushed.
"Demyx, listen," he used a serious but kind tone. "You've helped me a lot. If there's anything I can do— " I just stared at him. He stared back.
"Thanks. I-I'm okay," I stammered. "Now."
"Okay," he whispered and got up to leave.
"Roxas," I called suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks," I said again. "I-I really appreciate it." This time he blushed. He smiled slowly, those blue eyes warming just a bit. I could feel my ears burning.
"Anytime."
I'll keep that in mind…