Seifer stays silent as the other man speaks. Though he's... definitely overwhelmed by the implication of the words. Especially the 'what we might have been'. Because what the fuck does Squall mean by that?
There's an intimacy in the touch. More than ever before. More than he's ever dared to hope for. More than he's ever dared himself to do. He's pulled in close and their foreheads touch and it's not enough. It's never been enough. It will never be enough.
But maybe, just maybe...
He runs one risk that he should never allow. The one that could change Squall's mind. Make him finally see all the ways he shouldn't let Seifer be around. Sure, he was always the risk taker, but never this one. He would never allow himself this one.
Fuck it, though. Hyne he just didn't care anymore. Let the cards fall where they may. So he pulls back from forehead touches because he needs the space to tilt his head to the side. To lean in. To press their lips together.
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There's an intimacy in the touch. More than ever before. More than he's ever dared to hope for. More than he's ever dared himself to do. He's pulled in close and their foreheads touch and it's not enough. It's never been enough. It will never be enough.
But maybe, just maybe...
He runs one risk that he should never allow. The one that could change Squall's mind. Make him finally see all the ways he shouldn't let Seifer be around. Sure, he was always the risk taker, but never this one. He would never allow himself this one.
Fuck it, though. Hyne he just didn't care anymore. Let the cards fall where they may. So he pulls back from forehead touches because he needs the space to tilt his head to the side. To lean in. To press their lips together.