The patented Leonhart eyeroll returns as he's eased away. For some reason, on the heels of Nomura's name, it rankles him further but Squall doesn't protest. The faint evidence of his mouth on Seifer's throat is enough to briefly satisfy him. Proof of the moment written in his skin.
"Fine, fine," it's a begrudging grumble as Squall breathes through the years of frustration, burying it the way he'd learned to while they were cadets. He doesn't remember it being this hard. "Go get your tools. I'll dig up Revolver."
The idea of leaving Seifer doesn't sit well with him. It causes him to hover in his spot, uncertainty flashing in his gaze as he takes the other in, absorbing the sight of him so as to better cement it in reality. Squall thinks to say something but ultimately settles for a nod. He can do this. He can put his emotions away and put himself to the task ahead.
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on 2024-12-01 03:27 am (UTC)"Fine, fine," it's a begrudging grumble as Squall breathes through the years of frustration, burying it the way he'd learned to while they were cadets. He doesn't remember it being this hard. "Go get your tools. I'll dig up Revolver."
The idea of leaving Seifer doesn't sit well with him. It causes him to hover in his spot, uncertainty flashing in his gaze as he takes the other in, absorbing the sight of him so as to better cement it in reality. Squall thinks to say something but ultimately settles for a nod. He can do this. He can put his emotions away and put himself to the task ahead.