[The aroma of coffee is calming to him. The warmth, even more so as it coils around his nose, taking the mug from Cloud with an appreciative nod. Chaos settles next to him, lying down the way cats do, trying to press his entire dark-colored body against Vincent’s leg.]

No, I’m not.

[He peers at Cloud as he lifts the rim of the drink to his lips. The coffee is hot, scalding if he’s not careful, but Vincent takes only a small and testing sip. It warms him.]

But it should be enough to deter him. To know that you’re not available because you belong to someone else.

[The atmosphere has twisted itself into something strange. Like quietude and uncertainty hover around his friend who stands before him; heavy, lingering satellites.]

…You never told me you were dating someone. Months ago.