"What the heck are you doin' Pretty Boy?" Uncover your eyes. For goodness sake this isn't even the first time we've been "alone" together," she grumbled, propping her head on one hand and arching a brow his way. She was still wearing the long-sleeved turtle-neck; whether for Squall's sake or because she was still uncomfortable about all her wounds was his guess.

"Come on in," she patted the bed lightly, turning onto her side and facing the far wall.

Yes, there was something wrong, but not so bad as he might have imagined. She was simply anxious, having given her word to talk about everything and anything, while she still wouldn't even talk to Dante. But then, different people shared different relationships.