Seifer had asked if he was crazy and for the first time Squall feels like he might be. The dismissal of literal years of emotions is like being alone again in a sea of nothingness and Squall stands there numb for a long moment before swallowing the lump in his throat. There's no comfort to rubbing at his scar but he does it out of habit, catches himself, and then shoves his hands into the pockets of the jacket he's wearing.
He's not here to convince Seifer of his feelings. He's here to make sure the man's neck doesn't wind up meeting the executioner's axe. Squall straightens, jaw working around words that won't have and have never held any weight, once they're pushed down, he says instead, "It's not an easy trek across the bridge and through the Great Salt Lake. You should eat, pack whatever you want to bring, and then we'll head out."
He gives a stiff nod before bending to collect the pot of coffee and his mug, taking it to the table so he can prepare it away from Seifer to better hide the tremor in his hands.
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on 2024-11-15 07:29 am (UTC)He's not here to convince Seifer of his feelings. He's here to make sure the man's neck doesn't wind up meeting the executioner's axe. Squall straightens, jaw working around words that won't have and have never held any weight, once they're pushed down, he says instead, "It's not an easy trek across the bridge and through the Great Salt Lake. You should eat, pack whatever you want to bring, and then we'll head out."
He gives a stiff nod before bending to collect the pot of coffee and his mug, taking it to the table so he can prepare it away from Seifer to better hide the tremor in his hands.