[Sometimes it's hard for Demyx to know how people will react to him. Most of his coworkers didn't particularly care for him, a fact he's perfectly aware of, he just doesn't care about that. He's surprised there's no smart comment forthcoming, but then again Axel probably isn't in the habit of wasting his breath.

He's a little more surprised at his hand being taken. He drags his free arm across his damp cheeks, as if the tears were never there and gets up at Axel's silent supportive move.

He's been lonely too. With no magic, and few skills in survival, it's been hell. Then he died a cold, miserable death. Axel's help, even for a few minutes might ground him, get his head clear.]

This place is so cold! I hate it. If I had my sitar my water would just freeze into ice. This world would've been Vexen's thing.