Title: Repaying a few old debts.
Description: Seifer takes Squall 'home'.
Amnesia arc.
Pairing: eventual seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 502
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.







“Better?”

Squall looked around and nodded his approval. Settled in the spare bed at Seifer’s apartment, he looked a damn sight better than he had only a couple of hours before at the hospital. In borrowed pyjamas that were at least a size too big for him, with the blankets
pulled up to his chest, Seifer was struggling with the concept of Squall and Cute. “Much, Thank you.”

“Just yell if you need anything, I’ll go and make us a drink.”

“Okay.”

Seifer dragged himself away from the bed side by force. Squall was too much of a distraction really but he couldn’t just leave the guy on his own. He was in casts for Hyne’s sake. This was just repaying a few old debts.

Very old debts. It wasn’t that he still loved and longed for Squall at all.

He made coffee, bringing a mug back for Squall who had his nose in a book again already.

“I’ll bring the radio in later for you, and maybe we can watch a movie or something. I’ll tell my boss I’m not coming in for a few days.”

Squall set the book down, splayed open on one leg and took the coffee mug. He cradled it in both hands, sipping immediately before resting it on the bedcovers and smiling. “Brown sugar.”

Seifer scratched the back of his head. “So I had some left lying around from when we broke up. Is it okay?”

Squall nodded, snuggling back against the pillows. Everything he did around Seifer was so unconsciously open and revealing, without all those years of personal torture and repression to guide him. He was more guarded around the nurses and doctors though, Seifer had noticed. He wondered if would be the same when SeeD finally decided to visit Squall properly. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, squirt. Anything else I can get you? Before I go break my boss’ heart for a few days?”

“Do you have any pictures of me from before? Or us?” Squall asked hopefully. “Maybe they’ll help me remember something?”

Of course he did. But they were wrapped up tight and buried under a pile of other things at the bottom of the closet as though he were a kid trying to keep the monster from a book from crawling out to get him in the darkness. They were only drawn out when Seifer was feeling particularly down and drowning his regrets and sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. “Yeah, I’ll see if I can find something. Maybe in the morning, okay squirt?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” he gestured with the cast on his wrist. “Not like I’m going anywhere, right?”

Seifer smiled sadly. And hated the fact he’d wanted this once, that he’d wanted to have Squall stuck at home for a while just so they could really get to know one another. “Right. Going to make a grown man cry, then I’ll come back. Maybe we can play cards.”

“Only if you’ll teach me how.”

From: [personal profile] ex_ends958


I think Seifer is a masochist.
" It wasn’t that he still loved and longed for Squall at all.
" if he hadn't think of that I could have belived.
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