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Sick Day - Part Two

 

It was nearly midnight by the time Sephiroth finally left the office and returned to his apartment. On the way down, he had been wondering if Zack would still be in his apartment, but the light that was now filtering under his door told him that he was.

 

He went in and unbuckled his boots and set them by the door, then went into the living room. Zack was sitting on the couch with the blanket wrapped around him, watching television; Sephiroth was pleased to see that he looked almost normal.

 

Zack looked over at him and grinned. “Hey, did you know you get some really great porn channels?”

 

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was back to normal, all right…

 

“Another late night at the office,” Zack said, “I would've come back, but I just woke up.”

 

Sephiroth sat down. “I assume you feel better.”

 

“Yeah, tons,” Zack said, “I knew those mako treatments would be good for something.”

 

That was one of the good things about SOLDIER members, the mako meant that they rarely got sick and if they did, it only lasted a few hours instead of a few days. Sephiroth had such a high level that he never got sick at all, aside from the headaches he got every so often.

 

Sephiroth's weary mind was momentarily distracted by the news program that was on the television. The anchor was spewing the usual crap that Shinra put out to the masses to keep them loyal. Frankly, he thought it was disgusting and wondered how anyone could really be so blind as to not see what Shinra was really doing.

 

He rubbed his temple; as a matter of fact, he was getting one of those infrequent headaches right now.

 

“Hey, Seph?”

 

Sephiroth looked over at him.

 

“Thanks again for hauling me down here earlier,” Zack said.

 

Sephiroth didn't know what to say. No one had ever thanked him for anything. What did one say in response? He had absolutely no idea.

 

If Zack noticed his discomfort, he didn't show it, just grinned and threw an arm around his shoulders.

 

Sephiroth tensed involuntarily. He still wasn't used to anyone touching him in a friendly manner. He was so used to pain following any sort of contact, as it always had when the scientists touched him, that his muscles automatically contracted in preparation.

 

He sighed and willed himself to relax. He was much more easily agitated when he was tired.

 

Zack kept his arm where it was and turned his attention to the television, and Sephiroth looked at it as well, though he didn't pay attention to it, letting his mind wander. After having to be so on edge all day, it felt good to be able to relax.

 

Sephiroth surprised himself a few minutes later, when he started to doze off. He let himself, too tired to get up and go to bed.

 

He was roused from his half sleep when Zack removed his arm. He suppressed a yawn, annoyed that the pleasant relaxed feeling was starting to dissipate.

 

“Go to bed,” Zack said.

 

Sephiroth's exhausted body forced him to agree. He got up and Zack did too, shutting off the television.

 

Zack handed him the blanket with a smile. “See ya in the morning.”

 

Zack headed for the door, but stopped with his hand over the button to open it.

 

“By the way,” he said, over his shoulder, “A good response to `thank you' is `you're welcome.'”