Zack could very well question the choice Cloud makes to remove his shirt entirely, yet doesn't. His head hasn't fully caught up to the situation, but that's not a new feeling. So he doesn't worry about it much, and just tugs Cloud against him. His much slighter frame fits perfectly against Zack's broader body, and Zack lets out a soft sigh of contentment.

It takes a moment to register what Cloud has said, and Zack makes a startled noise in the back of his throat. "Genesis? Damn it-" his shoulders slump. Damn that bastard and his big mouth, of course he'd say something. Venting in front of him was a mistake.

"Well, guess that means the cat's outta the bag now, huh?" Zack lays his head atop Cloud's, mostly so he can pout without Cloud seeing. "He's not wrong, 'cause yeah... I uh- I- I guess I've been kinda worried you don't really like me. Not the way I like you, anyway..."