Demyx defined friend as someone who was nice to him and did not physically abuse him. This really only applied to one member of the Organization.
"Hi Roxas!" he chirped, sticking his head into the youngest member's room.
"What's up, Dem?" he asked, setting down the book he'd been reading.
"Oh, not much. You?"
"Hey, what's wrong?" the Nocturne asked, coming into Roxas's room and sitting down on the bed beside him.
"Oh, nothing. I just thought Axel'd be back by now." He shrugged as if he did not care, but his eyes told Demyx otherwise.
"Aw, Roxas, he'll be back soon. Xig was gone for days and days, but he came back. There always nicer after they get back." He laughed.
"Yeah." He still did not sound convinced.
"He'll come back, Roxas. Don't worry." He gently touched the younger member's shoulder.
Roxas looked around at Demyx and their eyes met in understanding for a moment.
"Hey!" cried Roxas, his eyes snapping to the door.
"What?" asked Demyx.
"Sounds like someone just got back." His eyes were shinning with joy.
"Well what are you waiting for, kid? Go see him."
Roxas jumped up, ran to the door, and was almost out when he turned to beam at Demyx before running off down the hall.
I'm done! Oh thank god. I knew I said I'd do one for every day in September, but it's a bit late for that, so maybe just be happy with 13?