“Not exactly- But if you knew I was here, all you had to do was wait,” Cid crosses his arms as he stands. “… Unless you couldn’t wait to see me.”

Between the booze and the spelled love letters, Cid had something about him. His expression softens quickly, and if Barnabas were to look into his eyes, he would even see hearts.

“Is that it? Eager?” his words are irritatingly soft and smug.