Author's Note: So it's summer now, and there has been a lot going on in my life. I'm sorry about how late this is.

"You and Demyx were a couple?" Roxas asked, trying to sort out something tangible from the speech he'd just received from his slate haired friend.

"Yes, we courted one another for a brief period of time."

"Wait, we?"

"The musician was quite charismatic. I am also not objective enough to deny his attractive physical attributes."

"And what happened?" The blond asked, wondering what could cause his friend's relationship with Demyx to fail. He seemed like such a nice guy.

"Demyx, after about a year, suggested that we wed. I could not accept his proposition and shortly after the relationship failed. I am not so proud as to declare that the relationship's demise was not of my own actions. Demyx claimed to be devoted to me and I would not marry him. He never hurt me, but I rejected him. That man would never intentionally cause harm to anyone."

"You didn't tell anyone about him."

"It was simply a bond. I could tolerate his company and he could tolerate mine. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Zexion. I'm sorry."

"I don't understand why you apologize for something you had no knowledge or influence of."

Roxas pulled the slate haired boy into a hug and whispered in his ear, "It's just something most humans say, when they learn of something that caused hurt to one of their friends." Roxas let the boy go and smiled.

"I'm grateful of the sentiment, Roxas." Zexion smiled, and then his azure eyes shot up, catching sight of a certain blonde heading in their direction. "The musician is coming this way, shall I leave?"

"No. I want my friends to exhibit cordial behavior toward one another."

"Impressive vocabulary. I will stay."

The musician had seen Roxas run off to greet someone he recognized immediately as Zexion. He smiled fondly at the happy memories the two shared. After a while, he decided to head over to the two boys, mostly to show Roxas he didn't plan on ditching him for the night. When he arrived, he casually swung an arm over the shorter blond's shoulders, examining the boy's face adoringly for a moment. He was smiling, and his eyes were bright with the contentment of the momement.

"Hey Roxas. Hey Zexion." Roxas looked at Demyx's face now that he had made his presence known. Demyx's usually carefree smile didn't reach his eyes and he looked at the slate haired man before him. Roxas wrapped an encouraging arm about the musician's waist, squeezing his abdomen reassuringly.

"Hello Demyx. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance again."

"It's been a while."

"It has been an extended period of time."

There was a sufficient expanse of awkward silence and Roxas noticed the strain on his friends' faces. He offered a way out for the both of them. "Demyx? Would you like to dance?"

"Of course I would!" The musician shouted excitedly, dragging the blond to the dance floor.

Roxas cast a smile in Zexion's direction, who mouthed a simple, "Thank you," in response.

Author's note: I think this story will be wrapping up in a few chapters, but then again, I always say that. And I'm not even sorry about what you are about to read. (If you read these ramblings at the end of my chapters.)

Roxas: I remember when all Alyxa freaked out about was how perfect Demyx and Zexion where for one another. Guess not.

Alyxa: Haha Roxas. That is so very funny. You know what I remember, all those stories where you are an emo kid.

Demyx: Come on guys. This is ridiculous.

Roxas: Alyxa, you wouldn't.

Alyxa: I don't threaten.

Roxas: I'm sorry. That was mean.

Demyx: He's adopted.

Alyxa and Roxas: What?

Demyx: Are we not quoting the Avengers now?

Alyxa: We were, but ours made sense.

Tony Stark: And why didn't anyone quote me?

Alyxa: Excuse me while I die because Tony Stark is here.

Roxas: Performance issues. It's really not that uncommon.

Demyx: I think that's acceptable.