[Leaving the morgue is not a hardship in the least - he has no desire to spend any extra time lingering where dead people are. He lets Axel support him, a little unsteady from the waking up process. In fact, leaving is a relief.

Shelter can be hard to come by, so he's grateful there is some nearby and he's focused on looking around when Lea catches his attention again.

He focuses on the words and with thinking it through he can understand the question. He looks puzzled.]

Demyx, you know that. We've known each other like eight years or something.

[What could he be talking about?]

Unless you mean my Somebody? That'd be impossible.