Squall Leonhart (
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dualislogs2019-08-04 10:58 am
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[Closed] What is friendship
WHO: Squall & Seifer
WHAT: Talking about their issues
WHERE: The workshop outside the city
WHEN: Aug 11 forward dated!
WARNINGS: Possibly things related to child soldiers, mind control, neglect, abandonment?
Ever since that near-disaster of a conversation early last month, Squall has been thinking about how to approach things with Seifer. There's no question they have a lot to talk about, and even more hurt feelings to navigate. The fact that they got out of that one without a physical altercation was a surprise, but hopefully a sign that they do want to work through things.
Still Squall has been putting it off. Talking about feelings has never been his strong suit. Made worse by the sheer reminder that he had let Seifer down back then. He doesn't know what to do about the resentment, the notion that he's 'perfect', or that 'good things fall in his lap'. He can't help but wonder if that's how a lot of people saw him. It bothers him.
He leaves a simple text message for Seifer the night before:
We should talk.
He gears up for the long walk to the workshop early next morning. Boko stubbornly tailing him. The chicobo more of a comfort and distraction that he's willing to admit. By the time he gets there, Boko is half-asleep in his arms and the thoughts in his head have worked its way into an indent between his eyebrows from frowning so much.
He bought breakfast for them though. Some cheap unhealthy fast food.
WHAT: Talking about their issues
WHERE: The workshop outside the city
WHEN: Aug 11 forward dated!
WARNINGS: Possibly things related to child soldiers, mind control, neglect, abandonment?
Ever since that near-disaster of a conversation early last month, Squall has been thinking about how to approach things with Seifer. There's no question they have a lot to talk about, and even more hurt feelings to navigate. The fact that they got out of that one without a physical altercation was a surprise, but hopefully a sign that they do want to work through things.
Still Squall has been putting it off. Talking about feelings has never been his strong suit. Made worse by the sheer reminder that he had let Seifer down back then. He doesn't know what to do about the resentment, the notion that he's 'perfect', or that 'good things fall in his lap'. He can't help but wonder if that's how a lot of people saw him. It bothers him.
He leaves a simple text message for Seifer the night before:
We should talk.
He gears up for the long walk to the workshop early next morning. Boko stubbornly tailing him. The chicobo more of a comfort and distraction that he's willing to admit. By the time he gets there, Boko is half-asleep in his arms and the thoughts in his head have worked its way into an indent between his eyebrows from frowning so much.
He bought breakfast for them though. Some cheap unhealthy fast food.

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"Good," Of course he has to be cocky about it. It wouldn't be Seifer if he weren't needlessly over-confident. "'Least we've got a better idea of what's going on." He hopes. Now they might be better equipped to make slightly more informed decisions.
That last part, however, gives him pause. There's genuine surprise there, so much he doesn't really have anything to say in return. Just a kind of awkward head bobbing nod. He doesn't know how to take gratitude, much less from Squall of all people.
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He speaks with his back still to Seifer. They didn't cover a lot of what he came here to talk about. Somehow it ended up being Squall who was consoled.
"I'm gonna head back. I'll bring more water next time. And Rinoa."
He could stay. He wanted to work on his 'office' more but he's buzzing from all this feelings talk so a long walk might be more beneficial.
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Let them never speak of this moment again.
"Yeah, that sounds good." Rinoa can come, she might like to know what he's wasting all his time on. It might be good for them to clear their heads for a while. Seifer has plenty to keep him busy. He'll work out the confusion on steel.