Well, that was some improvement, anyway. Soubi at least didn't look like he was going to pass out anymore, or like he was wishing he would. Demyx supposed that maybe all he'd needed was a distraction from whatever it was that was bugging him - the wounds or something deeper. There was just something about the way he looked that didn't really seem to have much to do with physical pain.

He was briefly heartened and he almost forgot the irony of that statement by the sight of his roommate smiling, although it was unfortunately short-lived. But the question took him entirely by surprise. He'd asked to be friends with people before, but no one had ever asked him... "Sure, if you want me to be," he replied.