Re:Organization

Demyx's head was throbbing again by the time he got to Xigbar's rooms; using the Corridors was no fun, but he expected walking would be even worse.  He leaned his forehead against the cool stone of the doorjamb before he raised a hand to knock softly and tried to straighten, not wanting to look as three-quarters dead as he felt.  Xigbar opened the door and looked down at him, and he realized belatedly that he'd forgotten to clean the blood off of his face when he caught the expression on Xigbar's face. 

"Ah... hi," he said sheepishly, rubbing at the side of his cheek with his sleeve, careful not to pull at the cut.  "Um."