Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Du darfst mein Bestrafer Sein- Sehnsucht ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Things were finally starting to be normal, well, for Cid, not Vincent. They were almost finished with Vincent's arm; it had turned out to be easier than they had initially thought, even with a total upgrade of circuitry. As a surprise, whether Vincent noticed it or not, Cid had bothered to replace all the buckles and one of the straps which had begun to fray. Tomorrow, Cid would fly in to Midgar, drop off cargo, pick up the last piece he needed, and Vincent would have his arm back, noon at the latest.

"Why this channel?" Cid complained. He was sitting on the couch, his feet on the coffee table next to some beer bottles and a mostly eaten pizza. The best part was that he was sharing it all with Vincent. He never imagined he'd get Vincent to relax like this, and never thought he'd get him to do so this fast.

"Because I have the remote," Vincent said. He was sprawled on the rest of the couch, his head in Cid's lap, enjoying how content something so simple could make him.

"This movie's thirty year old-oh, shit. I forgot. Sorry."

"No, I like it. It's nice that you can forget about it. It means I can too, for a while."

"So if I forgot you were wearing anything, you'd take your clothes off?"

"Shut up, Cid."

"You're smiling."

"So? Hey Cid, can you teach me how to do that?"

"Do what?"

"How to pretend things never happened and don't matter."

"I forgot how it works. Hey, can you get up so I can stretch my legs?"

"No, I'm enjoying this."

"You had better be."