"Man, he didn't want to go away. Clearly he doesn't trust us. Wonder why?"
"Xiggy, you do need to rest."
Xigbar rolled his eye.
"Come here."
"Where?" asked Demyx, confused.
"Here." Xigbar scooted over on the bed and patted the new space.
Demyx clambered onto the bed and Xigbar pulled him into this arms. The Nocturne curled against his side happily, burying his face in Xigbar's chest as he stroked Demyx's somewhat deflated hair.
"God Dem," he sighed into the blond hair.
"Hm?"
"I've just missed you so much." His blood-matted locks fell into Demyx's face.
"I missed you too, but I knew you'd come back." He was melting in Xigbar's arms, finally back where he knew he was meant to be. "I did think I was going to lose you there for a while," he admitted.
"Yeah, when I was about to pass out right after I RCTed, I was pretty sure I was about to die." He sighed. "Then I heard your voice. You saved my life, Dem."
"It's not like I would have made it without you."