Seifer does chuckle at the attempt at the joke. IT's more than he's used to from Squall, so he's taking it in the spirit it is given. which he thinks is a white flag. Yet another one to their strange day and reconnection.
"The scars tell you that you're in a broken ass cabin in the middle of the woods?"
If he heard when, he'd get it better. But that wasn't something Squall was sharing. Not like he was sharing his skin for Seifer to run the wash cloth over. Slowly. Deliberately. Thoughtfully. Only, of course, to be stopped by Squall's hand. To be pulled into what can only be termed a proper embrace. One he would hold forever if he had a chance.
But the wash cloth is gone and he expects the moment is too.
Or was it? Because the way Squall was turning under his arm, pulling at his shirt... There was nothing simpler about this for Seifer. Not after already having his skin under Squall's eyes. Not after letting the man see how bad it was from one side. Though he supposed, in for a bit, in for a gil. With a sigh he reaches down, pulls his shirt off and over his head.
Turns out his front was nearly as bad as his back. Here the wounds were clearly more cuts and burns. But in some places it looks like claws raked down his skin.
"You should see the other guy," he deadpans, even though they can both put together that the people who did this to him, Ultimecia included, are ultimately dead.
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on 2025-01-24 04:14 pm (UTC)"The scars tell you that you're in a broken ass cabin in the middle of the woods?"
If he heard when, he'd get it better. But that wasn't something Squall was sharing. Not like he was sharing his skin for Seifer to run the wash cloth over. Slowly. Deliberately. Thoughtfully. Only, of course, to be stopped by Squall's hand. To be pulled into what can only be termed a proper embrace. One he would hold forever if he had a chance.
But the wash cloth is gone and he expects the moment is too.
Or was it? Because the way Squall was turning under his arm, pulling at his shirt... There was nothing simpler about this for Seifer. Not after already having his skin under Squall's eyes. Not after letting the man see how bad it was from one side. Though he supposed, in for a bit, in for a gil. With a sigh he reaches down, pulls his shirt off and over his head.
Turns out his front was nearly as bad as his back. Here the wounds were clearly more cuts and burns. But in some places it looks like claws raked down his skin.
"You should see the other guy," he deadpans, even though they can both put together that the people who did this to him, Ultimecia included, are ultimately dead.