“Did we not do that? Or shall you take up another one with me?” Cid’s eyes open slowly to gaze up at the larger man- darkening the seat even right beside him.

He looks at his hand, where he was holding them, which leads his eye to where they actually are- scattered about the train.

“Oh-“ he stands up, realizing how badly this could go for him. He was still loopy from it all. He picks up the next one nearest, his expression changing from confusion to almost ire as he reads it.

“Read someone a heartfelt love poem.” He presses a glove to his face, embarrassment welling up despite the effects.