“Why …” didn’t you ask for my help, was what Ienzo was about to say - but he cut himself off with a shake of his head. Demyx had always been independent. Had to be, considering what Castle Oblivion had been like. It’s a hard habit to break. No matter how close they were now.

And besides. That didn’t matter for the moment anyway. The situation at hand did.

“We should try to get you back to my place,” Ienzo told him, and then asked with a furrowed brow, “is moving painful as well as difficult?”