[Cloud’s hands are warm against his wrists, firm and present, and it’s this contact that shucks him out of his hazy confusion. You don’t want to?, the man asks, and Sephiroth’s words come flying from his lips as though they were newly released from a cage.]
Of course I want to.
[Did that sound too overeager? Too breathy, as though his body has kicked itself into overdrive at the very prospect of pressing himself close to Cloud again, feeling him again in the way they used to? Focus is difficult to hold onto when faced with that possibility, but Sephiroth manages, keeping his look fixed on Cloud’s expression. Green eyes search blue.]
Rufus has nothing to do with it. [It’s a dismissal of that name, mentally and verbally. He has absolutely nothing to do with anything right now.] I thought you didn’t want to.
[Cloud can likely feel the muscles in his arms cording, his fingers curling in some autonomous reflex that is indicative of guilt, the faintest, threadbare anxiety born of his five-year departure.]
[it's probably a good thing that they're finally having this conversation, because cloud is very quickly realizing that it's not that there was a lack of interest on his partner's behalf—but rather, their mutual want towards their introverted nature withholding them from properly addressing the matter.]
Are you telling me— [the realization floods him, as he feels sephiroth recoiling back to that spot of guilt and shame, and his own hands move to deter fists from forming, keeping sephiroth's palms open and warm beneath his hands.] —that all this time we just assumed we were okay about it?
[stupid—foolish, really, the both of them.]
[comes to show that there are still obstacles in their relationship worth exploring, regardless of the five year gap (perhaps especially because of the five year gap).]
Sephiroth.
[hopefully grounding, cloud lets go of sephiroth's hands and presses his own against the curve of the taller's man waist, taking a few steps closer.]
We're together again. [—and that's everything to him—] I don't want to waste any more time just because we think we need the space. Because of, uh, penance, or whatever.
[he doesn't need sephiroth beating himself up over something that, while shitty, can be repaired together. he frowns and looks up, his lips pinched just so into a pout.]
no subject
Of course I want to.
[Did that sound too overeager? Too breathy, as though his body has kicked itself into overdrive at the very prospect of pressing himself close to Cloud again, feeling him again in the way they used to? Focus is difficult to hold onto when faced with that possibility, but Sephiroth manages, keeping his look fixed on Cloud’s expression. Green eyes search blue.]
Rufus has nothing to do with it. [It’s a dismissal of that name, mentally and verbally. He has absolutely nothing to do with anything right now.] I thought you didn’t want to.
[Cloud can likely feel the muscles in his arms cording, his fingers curling in some autonomous reflex that is indicative of guilt, the faintest, threadbare anxiety born of his five-year departure.]
And I had no right to ask for it.
no subject
Are you telling me— [the realization floods him, as he feels sephiroth recoiling back to that spot of guilt and shame, and his own hands move to deter fists from forming, keeping sephiroth's palms open and warm beneath his hands.] —that all this time we just assumed we were okay about it?
[stupid—foolish, really, the both of them.]
[comes to show that there are still obstacles in their relationship worth exploring, regardless of the five year gap (perhaps especially because of the five year gap).]
Sephiroth.
[hopefully grounding, cloud lets go of sephiroth's hands and presses his own against the curve of the taller's man waist, taking a few steps closer.]
We're together again. [—and that's everything to him—] I don't want to waste any more time just because we think we need the space. Because of, uh, penance, or whatever.
[he doesn't need sephiroth beating himself up over something that, while shitty, can be repaired together. he frowns and looks up, his lips pinched just so into a pout.]
Y'know what I mean.