"Roxas?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you ever get nightmares when I'm around?"

Roxas looked up at Axel with a frown. Then he went back to his sketch. "No, I don't," he replied.

There was a short silence.

"Can I ask...why?"

Roxas continued to sketch, "I don't know, I guess. I think it's just 'cos I feel safe around you."

Axel smiled. He played with a flame on his fingertips, leaning his back against the wall, his one booted foot against it to keep him from sliding down.

"Did you ever get them before you came to the Organization?" Axel asked.

"I don't remember much from before now. It's mostly a blur. I think it's 'cos me and Sora's memories were interlinked, so I can't really decipher whose memories were whose..."

Axel frowned, his flame growing ever brighter, burning warmer. He was wondering how to say this...

"Axel?"

"Mmm?"

"Why do you want to know all this stuff?"

Axel schmoozed his lips a little before answering. "I just wanna know. It's kinda what our friendship is based on so...it's good to know these things, you know?"

Roxas smiled.

Then Axel said more seriously, "Listen, Roxas. I really wanna stop these nightmares you're having. They're kinda hurting you and I'm supposed to protect you. And the only way I can really protect you from these nightmares is that I'm gonna have to be with you...always."

Roxas gave him a look, with an upraised eyebrow.

"Look," Axel said with a little stammer. "What I'm trying to say is-"

"You want me to move in with you," Roxas looked at Axel, both eyebrows now raised over his notebook.

"How did you guess?" Axel said weakly.

Roxas smiled. "I just kinda knew it."

"I kinda know how it's done though," Axel said, now a little agitated. He pushed off the wall and started to pace the room. "I mean, I heard of Nobody's getting married, so I guess two Nobodies wanting to live together shouldn't be a problem..."

"Axel." The red head stopped to look at Roxas, his hand to one side with a flame burning inside it. "Just go back to the wall," Roxas said irritably. "I haven't finished my drawing."

Axel automatically resumed his spot on the wall. "I'm sure if I can talk to Xenahort..." Realization dawned on his face. "Your drawing? What drawing?"

Roxas rolled his eyes. Once you got Axel's curiosity revved, you couldn't stop it with a fifty ton ox. He gave his sketch pad to Axel. It was a sketch of Axel leaning against the wall, looking quite pensive.

"Not bad Roxie," Axel said with a kind of awe in his voice.

"Thanks," Roxas said grudgingly. He stuck out his hand. "Now give it back."