*waves hand* this is the disclaimer you are looking for

It was happening again. Roxas woke rather quickly to thrashing noises and the occasional whimper. Zexion- his roommate, best friend, and boyfriend- was shifting in his charcoal covers wildly, his cobalt hair just barely visible beneath the sheets.
Roxas quickly got out of his bed and padded across the carpet to Zexion. "Zexion," He hissed out to a volume not higher than a whisper, "Zexion, wake up." Roxas carefully shook Zexion lightly, trying to wake him up. These had been happening for a while now, and neither of them knew the cause. The only reason Roxas had found what was happening is because Zexion told him after he woke up screaming. That was one week ago. This nightmare wasn't as bad as the last.
"Zexion!" Roxas spoke a little louder, shaking the boy roughly. He stepped back when Zexion finally woke and lurched forward, bent over with his head in his hands. Roxas sat down on the edge of the bed, watching sympathetically as Zexion's breathing slowed and he stopped shaking from the aftershock. He shuddered a few times and let out the smallest whimper.
"Zexion?" Roxas asked quietly. He didn't expect an answer, and he didn't receive one. It had been a bad one, that was for sure.
Roxas looped his arms around Zexion's waist and rested his head on his shoulder, wanting to do anything to help him. Zexion relaxed into Roxas and let out a small sigh. His hand found Roxas' fingers and intertwined his own with them.
These were the simple things, the ones that offered the most comfort. The ones that helped Zexion the most when the nightmares happened. To know that Roxas was just a foot away in the bed opposite his own, there whenever he needed him, to offer him comfort, and to be his blanket during the storm.
Roxas nuzzled his face into the nape of Zexion's neck, closing his eyes. He wanted to ask what these nightmares were about, but Zexion would just shake his head and change the subject. What caused him to struggle in his sheets almost every night? Why did it bother Zexion that much? Roxas could see when Zexion started having these nightmares, his grades would drop and in class his eyes would be far and distant to anything they were studying, which was unlike the scholar that he was.
The one thing that made Roxas really wonder what was happening in Zexion's head was that he failed to smile. Sure, Zexion wasn't a cheerful person all the time, but he didn't smirk either; he had no sarcastic comments to deal out like a drug dealer to his buyers.
"Roxas?" He heard Zexion's voice whisper quietly into the night, "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. I don't mind the slightest."
A few minutes went by.
"Roxas?"
"Yeah?"
"...Thanks."
Zexion heard the soft chuckle and didn't have to see Roxas' face to know he was smiling. He smiled to himself, his troubles put by him for the meanwhile. He felt Roxas shift over to lean against the headboard, letting him go for a few seconds. Roxas then pulled Zexion back and wrapped his arms around him once more. Zexion let out a soft sigh and sank into his love's embrace, closing his eyes. As he fell back asleep, he knew that the one thing that would give him repose was that he'd wake up in Roxas' arms in the morning.