All of my trust was given to you
Who: Axel, Xion, Roxas
When: Sunday night
Where: The Apartment That Never Was
Summary: Some BFF recovery time on the couch
[Roxas didn't know what to do in the wake of Terra's network debut that had ended up upsetting a lot of people, himself included but far from the most important. Xion was better now, no longer yelling or crying and still looking just like herself, just like she should, which was enough to ease some of his fears.
But not all of them. What Terra thought of him or Xion didn't really matter, but even though he could call the man crazy until he ran out of breath, he couldn't ignore the effects of his words.
Maybe there was no easy fix; maybe the three of them spending time together was the only healing there was. That was why they were all gathered together tonight, wasn't it? Home, in a safe place, with the comfort food Axel had brought back. He walked back into the living room with a tray of cocktail shrimp in hand and a tentative smile on his face. Things would get better. They'd make it better.]
Hey-I think we should get started on this. Seafood doesn't stay good for that long, does it? And I've never had little fishes like this before.
When: Sunday night
Where: The Apartment That Never Was
Summary: Some BFF recovery time on the couch
[Roxas didn't know what to do in the wake of Terra's network debut that had ended up upsetting a lot of people, himself included but far from the most important. Xion was better now, no longer yelling or crying and still looking just like herself, just like she should, which was enough to ease some of his fears.
But not all of them. What Terra thought of him or Xion didn't really matter, but even though he could call the man crazy until he ran out of breath, he couldn't ignore the effects of his words.
Maybe there was no easy fix; maybe the three of them spending time together was the only healing there was. That was why they were all gathered together tonight, wasn't it? Home, in a safe place, with the comfort food Axel had brought back. He walked back into the living room with a tray of cocktail shrimp in hand and a tentative smile on his face. Things would get better. They'd make it better.]
Hey-I think we should get started on this. Seafood doesn't stay good for that long, does it? And I've never had little fishes like this before.