On the nature of friendship

[cloakitwithplot]

Existence is a curious thing, and not - as Zexion(/Ienzo) is finding out - to be spent alone. Some days are rougher than others, and the nightmares are frequent although he manages enough sleep to function on. Blessedly he is rarely alone, Lexaeus the rock of his existence to hold onto, gone only for the few moments when he absolutely must. Though

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[theforerunner]

After his conversation with Teja, Steve asks a passing rat for guidance to Zexion's room. He hesitates at the door for a long time, before finally knocking firmly three times.

[cloakitwithplot]

Zexion wonders if it's a wait rat bringing up food - again, he does not expect to be called upon by anyone. So he gets up and goes to open the door.

And looks up.

"..."

[theforerunner]

"Hello, Zexion." The bandages are taken in with some concern but no comment. Yet.

[cloakitwithplot]

"Why are you here?" it'll have to function as a 'hello', because he really isn't understanding, and the confusion is clear in his voice and expression.

[etananesoe]

Through it all, he watches.

[cloakitwithplot]

Zexion gasps, scrambling back on the bed.

His heart is racing and his breathing is coming quick enough that he's starting to hyperventilate.