By the time Squall eventually gets over the mortification of his own assumptions, his scar will likely blend in with his blush. As it stands, he's convinced there was something there and worse, something unfinished between Seifer and Nida. It's the least he can do, he rationalizes, to give Seifer some return to normalcy by reuniting the two.
He's spent his whole life getting in the way of Seifer's dreams, however unwittingly, and so it's possible he's gone a little overboard in course-correcting.
"If MREs are spoiling you, then the bar must be on the ground," Squall deadpans. There's a moment, brief but palpable, as he weighs his next steps before slowly peeling out of his shirt, revealing his own souvenirs from the war. His are significantly less grotesque. Battle damage that cures and potions have mostly been able to heal. Except for the jagged scar at his back and its twin in his shoulder.
They are both creatures of independence. Cripplingly so to some respect. It's not habit or instinct but rather a deliberate lowering of his guard that has him offering the washcloth to Seifer. "Help me get my back?" Squall knows it's unlikely the sentiment will shine through. It rarely does, commonly mistaken between them, but it's a gesture all the same. One he hopes Seifer will let him return.
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on 2024-12-21 06:54 am (UTC)He's spent his whole life getting in the way of Seifer's dreams, however unwittingly, and so it's possible he's gone a little overboard in course-correcting.
"If MREs are spoiling you, then the bar must be on the ground," Squall deadpans. There's a moment, brief but palpable, as he weighs his next steps before slowly peeling out of his shirt, revealing his own souvenirs from the war. His are significantly less grotesque. Battle damage that cures and potions have mostly been able to heal. Except for the jagged scar at his back and its twin in his shoulder.
They are both creatures of independence. Cripplingly so to some respect. It's not habit or instinct but rather a deliberate lowering of his guard that has him offering the washcloth to Seifer. "Help me get my back?" Squall knows it's unlikely the sentiment will shine through. It rarely does, commonly mistaken between them, but it's a gesture all the same. One he hopes Seifer will let him return.