Cid was a little tired at this point, but with Barnabas, they could call it quits anytime they wanted to.

And, well. This was relaxing as it was. And romantic, strangely. Cid swallows.

“No… I’m not.” He approaches again, coming up off the stairs as he gestures with his chin for Barnabas to scoot over to let him sit next to him. Cid eyes the letter in Barnabas’ hands.

“What’s it say?”