Davis forced himself to change from his wet clothing, knowing he would feel better afterwards. His clothes were currently sticking to him, causing his cuts to stick even more so. A wince emitted as he raised his arms to pull the shirt over his head. He looked around for a spot to throw the soaked fabric but didn't see a place so he just dumped them on the floor. He'd pick them up after he finished. Next was his pants. He unbuttoned the top and hunched forward to push the jeans down. Apparently this was a bad idea as a moment later Davis felt like he had been struck. He sighed, frustrated at his pathetic attempts. He bit his lip and moved again, ignoring the ignitions of pain until he could kick his pants off the rest of the way. He was not going to take his socks off by bending down, no way. So Davis took his toe and pushed it into the space between his ankle and sock to peel the fabric away. He then repeated the action on the opposite foot. Davis' boxers were wet too and Davis saw in the pile a pair for him to wear. He felt slightly awkward wearing his friend's underwear so he tested how wet his underwear was. He patted around, checking dampness. He shrugged, it wasn't too bad.

He pulled the soft shirt after his wild hair, able to smell Tk in the fabric. He also grabbed the pants, likely they were warm-up pants so he wouldn't have to feel constricted. They were slightly fuzzy inside, soothing to Davis' skin. He had been right; he already felt a little better by being in new clothes. Davis run his hands through his hair, knowing that it was a losing battle. He picked up the wet lump of clothes from the floor and carried them into his arms to the door. He opened the door, revealing a hand-raised Tk.

The blonde let out a half chuckle, and lowered his fist. "Sorry, I was seeing if you were done." Davis nodded, saying thank you for the clothing. Tk waved it away and took the bundle from his friend's arms. Tk left and reappeared a moment later, Davis assumed to put the clothing somewhere. Tk bit his lip, and Davis was afraid of what was going to come out of his mouth next.

"Matt wants to know what's going on, as do I, of course. We could drink some nice tea and you could just talk to me if you feel up to it." Davis frowned, not wanting to do that. At all.

"Tk, I know I owe you. I understand that you deserve to know what's going on. But...I'm not ready. I just had a really bad night."

"Davis, you just got home. How could so much have happened?" Tk could hear the echo of Matt's words from earlier. Ugh, he hated sounding like a record of Matt.

"I screwed up. I got in a fight and I lost." Davis was beginning to feel defensive, which always happened when he felt he was being forced to do something he didn't want or when he felt he was being treated unfairly.

"Is something going on at home? Are you rebelling against something your family wants you to do?" Tk searched for a reason.

"No-" Davis felt insulted.

"I know, I was there once." Tk placed a hand on his chest, revealing a moment he wasn't proud of, "when I was younger, and my parents were getting divorced, it was terrible. I didn't want to listen to anyone, I thought it was the end of my life. I refused to do what I was told and was upset all the time. But I was wrong in my expectations. I still got to see my family, it eventually got better-"

"No, Tk, it's nothing like that." Davis stood up. "Do not assume my life is so trivial rebellion against my parents' wishes. It is not that simple. You don't get it." It was infuriating.

"I want to!" Tk stood up, facing Davis head on. "Tell me and I will try my hardest to understand. Give me a chance."

"Your situation and mine are not the same. Big deal, you didn't listen to what your parents told you to do. Big deal."

"Hey!" Tk was now the one insulted. Davis knew he shouldn't put down Tk's own issues because they weren't as bad but he was upset and feeling cornered. So Davis bit back the apology. "I did not have the great life you think I did. I'm not perfect, not even close. It wasn't all rainbows for me. When my parents used to fight, I would cry in my room just listening to everything they were arguing about."

Davis scoffed, "Don't worry, Tk. I'm not going to ruin your life with my problems. Everything's fine, I can handle it. And I certainly do not need help from a boy that could never understand what I'm going through. You think you know what my problem is but I'm telling you, you're wrong. It is not about drugs, it is not about school, and it's not about friends. Those don't help me, but it is not my main problem at the moment and you need to get that."

Tk looked away, shoulders tense. He took a breath, trying to control his temper. "You don't trust me, do you?" Tk accused, even though it was blatantly obvious what the answer was. "You are struggling and you refuse to accept my help, when I am right in front of you." Tk was trying to grasp this concept, his hands visualizing his struggle as they rose to the sides of his head, palms open. "You won't tell me the big problem but you keep talking about it. If you are using pills to help function in a situation, that is not good. And I am desperately wanting to fix it but I cannot do that if you don't tell me. You push people away."

Davis scoffed, but the words were slipping through his walls and were hitting him.

"You believe you don't have friends because they didn't notice but you push people away. You don't want them to know but you're upset that they didn't realize whatever is going on with you? It doesn't work like that. I'm sorry they didn't push back but I am your friend, whether you want to believe that or not. I am right in front of you and honestly, you're scaring me."

Davis turned away, closing his eyes. "Don't do that!" Davis opened his eyes as a hand grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "Don't pretend this isn't happening. You called me for a reason. You are here for a reason. What you're doing is dangerous." Bright blue eyes met Davis' eyes, pleading him to listen.

"What I do, is none of your concern! What if I don't want to change my habits?" It was a load of bull, Davis knew it but Tk didn't. "If I find a way to help myself feel better, I'm going to use it, Tk. You can't change that!" Davis tried to reason.

TK looked at him in disbelief. "Davis! We're friends, we're digidestined! We stick together!"

"That is not true," Davis retorted. It was laughable. "I was never really wanted in the group, let's be honest. You guys pushed me aside without a second glance, and I get it. But don't you dare think I didn't notice!"

"We weren't pushing you aside! Just because we didn't always agree with your plans-"

"Oh because you always have the best plans? Of course, the brave and heroic Takeru would! We all know it should have been you! Even I thought it!" Davis admitted the truth, even though it hurt him so much inside to hear it.

"I know who I am," Davis inhaled, preparing himself for what he was going to say next. He was going to say out loud how he felt. "I am not the happy boy that flailed about like an idiot. I haven't been for a long time. I'm just glad that you are proving that I am not entirely invisible." With that, Davis headed to his bag that he had placed down. He needed to get out of this room. He knew that Tk and he had been pretty loud in their 'discussion' and Matt had probably overheard. Davis grabbed the duffle. TK took a few seconds registering what was said before he ran after Davis. "Davis, wait! We need to talk about this. This is serious."

Davis turned around, close to the front door. "I know, but I need some time. I need air. I trust you, I do. But this is bigger than anything else, and I can't just talk about it like it's nothing." Davis waited until Tk gave him a curt nod, before turning around. He closed the distance between himself and the door.

"Davis." He turned to see Tk toss an umbrella to him.

"So you don't soak my clothes." Davis emitted a small chuckle, raising the umbrella in thanks. With that, he left before Matt appeared, demanding him to stay and answer questions.