"Okay," Demyx said softly, tilting his head up so Xigbar could put antiseptic on the wound. He drew in a sharp breath as it burned and stung, but he didn't move. "And, I get that I have to protect myself, but... Saix could have gotten between the heartless and that kid without breaking a sweat. It wouldn't have cost him anything at all, and he just... wouldn't." Demyx sighed shakily as Xigbar pressed a bandage on his forehead. "I just don't get it, I guess." He leaned into Xigbar's hand on his face softly, his eyelids fluttering shut. His head still ached, and his nausea had mostly passed, but Xigbar's cool, dry, callused fingers against his forehead still felt wonderful, and he relaxed under Xigbar's touch gratefully, his cheeks slightly flushed.