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I know it's been a few days, but... [Arelen's blushing slightly, and not wanting to look at the camera. After a few moments, she closes her eyes, takes a breath, and faces it so she's on screen properly.]

I only remember acting strange, and, well... doing things I normally would have done... or said.

[Frustrated sigh as the blush gets brighter.]

I just wanted to apologize for my actions a few nights ago at the Halloween party. I was stupid, and I drank way too much.

So... [Purses her lips and looks away again, growling at herself for having to do this, and takes another breath, composing herself, and looks to the camera again, sincerity in her eyes.]

I'm sorry if I offended anyone or made anyone feel uncomfortable.

[She looks to the side, frowning, then clicks the feed off.]

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[Action- Apartment]

In the apartment, Arelen had been avoiding her roommate like the plague, and since she had decided to send the public apology, she figured she would have to face him sooner or later.

It would have been better, in her opinion, if she hadn't remembered anything that she said or did, especially regarding him, but the universe hated her. She didn't blame it, either.

Arelen just hadn't been the same since that stupid scare in Attleton, and it was starting to irritate her- more irritating was the fact that she didn't actually blame anyone else besides herself... that was new. And painful... and annoying as all hell.

Having no real motivation to do anything besides go to work and come home to read or sleep, she hadn't really gone all out with her baking this day, having made a quick batch of shortbread cookies with strawberry jam on them. Easy enough, and probably the only way she might entice said roommate to come out of his room and talk to her for longer than a few minutes.

That was probably her fault too.

Either way, she brewed some tea into some mugs and set them, sugar, cream, and the cookies on the coffee table in the living room. She ground her teeth, trying to convince herself that she didn't need to talk about anything. This was stupid.

Then again, maybe she was too.

Emotions did that to people.

"Ugh."

Arelen took one final deep breath before walking to his room and knocking on the door.

"Hey Demyx? Can I... talk to you? About something?" She frowned and quickly followed it up, "I made some tea and strawberry cookies."

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"I was spending it on rent." That was what adults did, right? He didn't really need anything, he certainly hadn't bought anything so far. He seemed bewildered.

"Oh..that..." Did they have to talk about that.

"It's okay. I mean. You're forgiven?" How was he supposed to respond?

"...I didn't really...it was weird."

"And now you don't have to spend it on rent, I've got us covered. As long as you want to live here."

She frowned, "I know it was weird. And I should have stopped when I saw the look on your face, and it was uncalled for." She nibbled at the cookie in her hand, blushing and not wanting to look at him, "I won't do it again, I promise..." her next words were quiet, but she hoped he knew how serious she was about the awkward situation, "with all my heart."

"Why do you have to change it?" He asked with a bit of a frown. He was very unnerved by sudden changes, it was a far departure from doing the same thing every day in the Organization.

"I don't know...what to say about all that." He was out of his depth.

"I'm not too sure why you did that anyway. It was just weird. And the um, kiss and stuff. I'm not, I mean, I can't like you." He finally spat it out.

"Not like that, I just, can't."

"Stop complaining about changing things, when it's obviously benefiting you, and-" she paused, gulped, and looked scared and embarrassed at the same time.

"Wait kiss?! I don't remember- what did I-" She looked away, and didn't know how to feel getting that piece of information, as well as the confirmation that she almost already knew about his feelings- or lack thereof.

"Look, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm not going to bother you. We'll be roommates, and you can eat my food if you want, and..." Arelen took a breath, "And I'm still going to do everything I can to help you get your heart back. That's not changing."

"But I don't..." He let out a bit of a whine, but clamped down on the complaining, but it was frustrating. He was used to knowing where the limits were and she was moving them all over the place.

"Just my cheek, but still weird." Demyx muttered. "It was a surprise."

"So...you don't want to talk to me anymore?" It sounded like she was going to ignore him, or the fact he was in the apartment at all, and that was weird. Why did she want to change everything?

"No, Demyx, that's not what I'm sayi-" she sighed.

"Of course I want to talk to you. But I don't..." Arelen thought about her words.

"I want to be your friend. And I want to talk to you." She smiled softly, "And make you my guinea pig for all of the things I bake. You can tell me if I've got the recipe correct from home."

She gave him a sort of sad smile, "But I don't think you know me. But I'll be here when you're ready to get to know me."

Demyx tilted his head, his brow furrowed. He was so beyond confused by her words, he didn't even know where to start and he was feeling like he'd been thrown in the deep end with no idea how to swim - which really was a stupid worry, because water mage - and he didn't know what to do.

She wanted to be his friend, and talk to him, but he was doing something wrong. That wasn't so surprising because his interpersonal relationships were challenging at best because that had not been a focus for roughly half his life.

He pressed his lips together in a slight thoughtful frown.

"I don't...understand. Can you explain it to me?"

Arelen thought about it... really thought for a few moments that seemed longer to her than she would have liked, but she really wanted him to understand.

"I don't think I can," she smiled softly, "I really can't. At least... I don't think I'm the right person to explain." She reached out to touch his arm, almost on instinct, but mid-way there, she brought it back awkwardly.

"But... you need to know that I'll always be here for you to talk to. And I think-" she tilted her head, "I think you wanting to understand? I think there might be something where your heart used to be. I feel it. There's something there."

She shook her head.

"Sorry, I guess this isn't the time or place, right?" a light laugh, "I can be an idiot sometimes too. Just don't tell anyone, or you're dead." There wasn't anything behind the threat- if anything, it seemed like a half-hearted joke.

"I didn't make those cookies for nothing. Have some more."

He was watching her hand and she pulled away. He wasn't sure what to think about that, or any of it. He was far more confused than he wanted to be right then.

Demyx sighed heavily. "I don't think confusion counts as a feeling thing. I think it's just a sign I'm an idiot."

He didn't react to her joking threat, and if he thought it was serious he would've. He shrugged helplessly. "I'm not hungry or anything."

It was another thing that stood between them, because she was different and he wasn't. He didn't understand anything right about then so he got up.

"Uh, thanks anyway, for the cookies I ate. I think I'm going to play Arpeggio."

He could get out his thoughts through music and try and make sense of them.

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