Demyx nod his head. “That’s cool, I’m kinda jealous you can keep your music a secret like that, for yourself and your own personal benefit. I don’t really get to do that, my friends are always showing it around behind my back.” He let his hand travel through his hair that was down for a change as he thought about the other new topic of conversation.

“As for my sexuality I don’t think my parents know or care. I mean, dad doesn’t know for sure. And I just think mom doesn’t care because she doesn’t want to loose me…” he trailed off, realizing he’d just given the other intimate details about his life he wasn’t expecting to say.

‘Great Dem, why don’t you just tell him how many people you’ve slept with so there’s no surprises later on.’

“Your friends want to show off your talents it seems” he smiled reassuringly. “Really, It’d be good to have friends like that, but my friends are always out on the field defending the kingdom.. don’t tend to have time to stop and sing them a song” he joked as he shuffled himself, one arm rested on the back of the chair, the other rested on the table. 

“I wish my dad didn’t care” he sighed quietly. “As for my mum.. she always wanted a gay son.. she never got to find out though”

Here we go, making it about you again, the poor boy is telling you about himself and you’re just jumping back in,making it about you. Don’t be surprised if he stands up and walks away.

“Sorry.. I’m not deliberately making this all about me” he shrugged.