Axel POV

"Hey, Roxie, I was thinking and I think you should see a therapist," I said into the mirror in an overly cheery voice, fed up at the lack of progress I was having. I just could not seem to find the way to tell him.

Of course, there wasn't exactly a good way to tell him, but I still stood in front of the mirror practicing every morning, naked and soaking wet, fresh from my shower, now there was an idea.

No, I couldn't do that...Oh well, I would tell him that day, I would be gentle, I would make him understand why it was important...I wouldn't let him say no. I would drag him there by his hair if I had to.

Sighing, I tied the towel around my waist and left the bathroom for the bedroom, on the way noting that Alex was no longer asleep on the lounge. When I came to my room, I saw that Roxas was also up. I dressed quickly because I didn't want to leave them alone to long.

Both had been acting odd towards each other, Roxas sent Alex a constant glare, at times he seemed to hate him, but Alex ignored it and insisted on spending time with him.

I walked into the kitchen; they were both sitting at the table in silence. My brother's eyes trained on the blonde boy, who had his eyes closed and looked to have fallen asleep sitting up.

It wouldn't have surprised me if he had, he hadn't been sleeping well; he had continued to have nightmares about Sora and they seemed to be growing worse.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked Alex in a whisper.

"I'm not hungry," he mumbled looking up at me with concern lingering in his eyes. "Should we wake him?"

"No, he needs the sleep," I responded, before I began to make my own breakfast.

At least Alex seemed to be getting better, he went out a lot less, his hair was red once more, which I was happy to see, I had been very upset when he had first died it. He was less angry also, though I hated seeing him so concerned.

"Hey, Axel, can I talk to you about something important?" he asked in a soft voice, getting up and coming over to where I was buttering my toast.

"Of course you can," I answered, placing the knife down and preparing myself for whatever he was about to say.

"It's about Roxas," he whispered, not making eye contact with me. "I don't know how to say this, but he's been...hurting...himself..."

I stared at my distressed brother a moment, as tears begun to run down his cheeks, obviously worried and scared.

"I know he is," I mumbled, causing him to look up in surprise. "It's okay; I'm going to help him." I wrapped my arms around my brother.

I didn't know how he knew or if Roxas knew that he knew, or how long he had known for, but it had shaken him up quite a bit.

"Listen; go to Demyx house, okay?" I mumbled. "Have some fun...and I don't mean like that, stop worrying, I'm going to talk to him today about seeing a therapist, okay?"

He gave me a small smile and gave a nod.

Alex left at about noon, and I felt happy that he would not be here when I talk to Roxas; I wasn't sure, how it would go, and was almost sure he would say no.

At one thirty, my nerves felt calmer and I decided that it would be a good time to tell him, he was currently in bed, despite it being the middle of the day, so I slid in next to him, wrapping my arms around him. In return, his smaller frame snuggled into me, his hands balled and resting between our chests.

"Roxas, I need to talk to you about something," I mumbled into his blonde spikes. "I'm not sure how you will take it though."

"Tell me," he replied, he sounded exhausted, but there were no signs that sleep was near.

Roxas's POV

"There's this doctor I want you to go to," he began; his voice was calm as his hand stroked my back gently. "I think she could help you, her names Namine."

"Are you asking me to see a shrink?" I asked, frowning against his shoulder.

"I just want you to be well," he said softly, the concern in his voice was evident and caused my stomach to clench. "I'm worried, I know you've been hurting yourself, and I think that this would be for the best."

I didn't respond, but I did pull away from him.

I had been seeing therapists since I was a child, they had never been able to help me, and I didn't want to add another failed attempt to the list. My answer was 'no, no way in hell' but I let the silence say it for me.

"Please...Just consider it...For me," he told me in a whisper after a few moments of silence past between us.

"I hate how much I make you worry," I stated as I let him pull me back into his arms, my head against his chest; it was in a different position where I was able to hear his heart thumping away below my ear.

I wanted to ask him if Alex had told him about the self-harm or if he had seen the scratches, but I felt quite comfortable and I didn't want to lose the feel of his arms around me.