The gentle skritch-skratching of my mechanical pencil was interrupted by a tap on the door. I looked up briefly. "Come in," I said quietly, my voice hoarse from disuse. I cleared my throat as my mystery guest entered.

"Hey," Roxas said gently, leaning with a quietly seductive smile against my doorframe.

"Hi," I murmured with a small smile. I finished the line I'd been sketching, completing Axel's left eye.

"Watcha drawin?" Roxas asked, closing the door behind him as he came to stand next to me. I scooched over so he could sit on the bed next to me.

"Not much," I murmured. His eyes widened when he saw my sketch.

"Holy crap," He said. "I guess I know it was you, now. You're an amazing artist."

"Thanks. I can't seem to get Axel's hair right though…." I paused as I mentally reviewed the first part of his sentence. "Wait. You 'know it was me'?"

He produced a piece of paper from behind his back. "This is your doing, right?" I was looking at my sketch from last night. I was almost startled at my own work, now that I was seeing it with new eyes. After you work on a piece of art for a long time, you kind of get a certain way you think it looks in your mind. It looks different if you put it down and come back to it then if you look at it after working for twelve hours.

"Um…. Maybe?" I said quietly.

He shook his head in disbelief. "This is amazing," He said. "It looks just like me. How did you do it? I've seen you what, like four times, ever?"

I shrugged. "I don't know how I draw. I just… do."

"Well, I wanted to thank you for drawing this, and to return it to you."

"W-what? Why?" I said, pain in my voice. Did he… not like it?

"It's too good. I can't take this." He held the picture to me.

"No. I drew it for you. Take it."

"You drew it for me?"

"Yes."

"As in, specifically for me? And you do not want it back, ever?"

"Yes. It's for you." What would I do with it anyway, hang it on my wall and worship it?

"Are you sure?"

"Jesus, Roxas, take the freaking picture before I run back to your room and put it on your wall." I laughed. How could I be so comfortable with him around? I felt like I'd known him forever, not only a day or two.

"Oh. Okay." He took the picture back, eyes traveling over it several times. He shook his head after a few minutes, incredulous to my talent.

"So…. you do like it, then?"

He seemed offended. "Why wouldn't I? Its amazing."

"Well…. I don't know. I'm glad you do."

"Oh." He said, eyes returning to the drawing once more. "I should probably get going."

"Okay." No, don't leave, please?

We walked to the door. When he was outside he nodded once awkwardly. My fingers drummed on the door slowly.

"So, I'll see you later?" He said. Was there hope in his voice?

"Yeah. Later." I nodded once. He turned to leave, but before he could go, I hugged him.

I couldn't tell why his arms delayed from wrapping around my back. Was he surprised? Did he not want a hug from me?

"See you," I murmured, turning pink at the cheeks before ducking back into my room.

I heard quiet footsteps leave the vicinity. I smiled a little bit, wondering when I would next see him.

I hoped sincerely it was soon.