“Barney’s not much for talking either, I’m afraid. But he does like talking shit on me, so… maybe he’ll get lucky.” Cid shakes his head as he leans forward to really look at this other man in the eye. ‘Til now, he’d just been cuddling him like some kind of attention starved cat.

“What am I, a blushing maiden? No- no, I’m not going to regret this.” Cid laughs, his eyes crinkling more than they do at the absurdity of it. He takes the empty bottle from his hand and drops it back into the box. He wasn’t feeling quite unruly enough to toss it out the window. Not yet, at least.

Cid wraps his arms around Vander’s neck, taking a steadying breath before he leans in to kiss him.