[There's a heavy silence that falls between them, Cloud not meeting his eyes, Squall with his lips set in a grim line as he stares at the dark stain on his desk -- one he'll never be able to wash away, he's sure.
The little things. Easy to focus on them.
His hand reaches out and hovers awkwardly in the air, as if he wasn't sure whether to put it on Cloud's shoulder in an attempt at comfort or just let it drop down to his side again.
He settles for a compromise, setting it on a clean area of the desk, closer to where Cloud sits.
It's fine. He can just say he's reading the papers over his shoulder. Nothing more, nothing less.]
Rest up there before you head out, at least. [His voice comes out surprisingly steady, his mind gaining lucidity that sent his nerves running both hot and cold. It's a dimly familiar sensation, similar to how he felt after the battle with Edea, when Rinoa laid comatose and Squall was helpless to do anything but watch.]
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Date: 2019-12-26 05:31 am (UTC)The little things. Easy to focus on them.
His hand reaches out and hovers awkwardly in the air, as if he wasn't sure whether to put it on Cloud's shoulder in an attempt at comfort or just let it drop down to his side again.
He settles for a compromise, setting it on a clean area of the desk, closer to where Cloud sits.
It's fine. He can just say he's reading the papers over his shoulder. Nothing more, nothing less.]
Rest up there before you head out, at least. [His voice comes out surprisingly steady, his mind gaining lucidity that sent his nerves running both hot and cold. It's a dimly familiar sensation, similar to how he felt after the battle with Edea, when Rinoa laid comatose and Squall was helpless to do anything but watch.]
It'll help her know what to expect.