"I'm sorry."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it's true."

Roxas sighed and looked at Axel. He had lost track of how many times he had apologized since Axel's release from the hospital ... and during his time in the hospital. All through the ambulance ride Roxas had been muttering sorries. Even when Axel came to a few minutes before they arrived at the hospital Roxas kept repeating sorry in his head while he let the paramedics ask Axel questions.

He had paced around the waiting room and thought of all the things he would say to Axel if he got the chance, he had sat in the corner and let himself cry and curse himself for being such an idiot, he had done a lot in the hours he waited for the doctor to come out.

Hearing that Axel was lucky he landed how he did and that his injuries were bad, but not as bad as they could have been made Roxas have mixed emotions. Hearing that Axel had a mild concussin and a broken arm on top of all the cuts and bruises worried Roxas, but he knew it could have been a lot worse. Axel's head could have slammed onto the pavement and ...

Roxas had requested to see Axel right away, and when he entered the room Axel was staying in the apologies started to spill out. Axel didn't say anything, he just stared at Roxas and listened. Axel didn't say anything to Roxas until the day he was being released, and even then all he said was "Please take me home."

The doctor have given Roxas instructions on what to do the first day and night Axel was home, and he had followed them perfectly; wake Axel up every two hours and make sure he can answer simple questions. Roxas didn't sleep that night, too worried that he would miss the two hour mark. Really, he hadn't been sleeping much at all. The past four days he had slept a total of six hours. By the second day Axel had said something else to him. "Go to sleep, I'm fine."

In those four days, Roxas had said sorry over and over and Axel ignored him each time. On the sixth day, well, fifth if you weren't counting the very first day Axel arrived home, Roxas had finally asked if he knew why he was saying sorry. Maybe Axel actually did have some type of memory loss and the doctors didn't pick up on it. Axel told him he remembered what happened and that he just didn't know what to say to Roxas' apologies.

"I wish you'd believe me, Ax."

Axel shifted his attention from the rain to Roxas.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Everything. The fight, the things I said ..."

"The fact that I got hit by a car?"

"Well ..."

"This is why I ignored your apologies, Roxas. You're only sorry because I got hurt ... physically. You feel guilty and now you feel like you owe me something."

Roxas was at a loss words and at a loss what to do. He could think of nothing that would convince Axel that he was wrong, and the circumstances backed everything up. It did look like Roxas was only taking care of him and saying sorry because he was guilty of what happened. Except Axel didn't see him rush to the door the minute he left, and he didn't know how much it took out of him to not chase Axel.

Axel didn't know where they stood anymore. He had said Roxas was his boyfriend the entire time he was in the hospital and he knew Roxas was saying the same thing, but were they actually still together? Axel didn't know if what was said between them was an actually "we're breaking up" or not. Only two things were painfully clear. One, Roxas was sorry and two, Axel needed him right now.

It hurt every time Roxas said sorry because Axel didn't know why he was saying it. Was it because he got hit by a car? Was it because he was actually sorry for the things he had said? Being sorry doesn't change facts and the fact was nothing Roxas said was resolved, and when things aren't resolved they resurface.

"I try not to be jealous."

"What?"

"I try not to be jealous because I know you won't cheat on me, but I can't help it. I'm worried that one day you'll call the right person sweetheart and you'll end up with them."

Axel sighed. He hated that he knew the "logic" Roxas was going off of. After all, if you don't believe you're special how are you suppose to believe anyone else thinks that of you?

"I already called the right person sweetheart and I am ... was? with them."

"Meaning me?"

"Yeah."

"I try really hard to believe that. But even if I did believe that, I'm a jealous person. I know I'm way too jealous, to the point where it's not healthy and I am trying to change it but it won't happen over night."

"I know."

Axel opened his mouth but quickly shut it, finally realizing a horrible truth. Feeling the anxiety creep into his chest, he frowned and looked away.

"I have another excuse."

"What?"

"For not going back to college ... and now not going into work."

"Axel ... I didn't mean anything I said and I'm really, really sorry I even went there. You know I don't think you should be over it or that you're making excuses. I only said that to hurt you and that's unforgivable and I don't expect you to forgive me for it, but don't believe any of what I said. It was done out of malice."

"I don't want to stop being your boyfriend, Roxas, but I don't want to fight with you all the time."

Roxas nodded and took Axel's hand in his own. The car accident didn't make him say sorry but it did make him see how much he cared for the redhead, and Roxas got the feeling that it was mutual.

"If I promise to seek some sort of help with my jealousy, can we try again?"

"I'd like that."

Roxas shut his eyes and nodded, glad that Axel agreed. He didn't know where he could find help, but he knew that he needed a way to walk away from fights or spot them before they started. He needed to not only do this for Axel, but for himself as well.

"Will you go to sleep now?"

Biting his lip and looking away, Roxas thought about sleep and what could happen if he slept.

"Please sleep with me?"

Giving up, Roxas nodded and made himself comfortable beside Axel. Making sure Axel's arm was in the proper position, Roxas shut his eyes and took his boyfriends hand again.

"I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."