Squall has been a near-constant presence in their room, usually doing nothing in bed. Trying not to think. To block out everything by burrowing under the covers of the pillow. It doesn't work because nothing can be that easy, can it?
He can't remember if he slept at all but he wakes up with a quiet sharp inhale. Another series of dream. In another place he recognizes. It's a good thing his face is half-hidden under the covers as he wipes at the wetness in his eyes. Even with a new future, nothing's changed. SeeD is still SeeD. His resolve continues to crumple and he finally moves enough to see what Nida is doing.
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He sits up straighter and quietly stares at the cards. He hasn't played in a while. What did he do to his deck anyway? He looks lost but he yearns for the distraction. He just can't bring himself to voice the question after what he's seen. The pain still fresh in his mind.
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He can't remember if he slept at all but he wakes up with a quiet sharp inhale. Another series of dream. In another place he recognizes. It's a good thing his face is half-hidden under the covers as he wipes at the wetness in his eyes. Even with a new future, nothing's changed. SeeD is still SeeD. His resolve continues to crumple and he finally moves enough to see what Nida is doing.
...
He sits up straighter and quietly stares at the cards. He hasn't played in a while. What did he do to his deck anyway? He looks lost but he yearns for the distraction. He just can't bring himself to voice the question after what he's seen. The pain still fresh in his mind.