The cleaning kit in his gunblade case will come in handy for the tools since Seifer insists on putting them to work on the place. He hasn't needed to wield a gunblade for anything more than training in the time since the war and prefers it that way. Seifer is right though, Squall can be prickly and annoying when things don't go the way his mind has insisted they do and right now he's still trying to reorient himself after the confessions that have been aired out between them.

It's not innuendo but Hyne, it's definitely not helping.

"The coffee's fine." It's not. It's field grade and black, but he's the kind of psychopath who will nurse a single cup the entire day, temperature of it be damned. It takes a moment for him to remember basic civility. He understands Seifer's trying to do something for him so he relents some of his tightly knotted independence enough to ask, "But if you're bringing water in, I wouldn't mind enough to wash up."

Squall's always been fastidious that way and after a train ride and trek through Timber, feeling a little human would do wonders while they navigate the uncharted territory of their confessions.