The kettle boiled at last upon the weak fire he’d set - Zechs went to pour them both some tea, and then sat with Cloud.

He frowned as he watched the other man look at the floor, still ever haunted by what he’d left behind. What memories he took with him in turn.

“It seems, however we turn - we keep running into something which haunts you,” Zechs said with some understanding. “You have my apologies - that’s not not intention.”