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FFVIII: Heartless Bastard
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine said something he didn't really mean. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_chances.
Irvine stared at Squall's back. It was the only part of Squall he had to stare at, and quite likely the only part he'd be allowed to stare at for quite some time, given his slip up. Not that Squall's back wasn't attractive when he wasn't so tense and pissed off. It was just rather disconcerting to have to face the back of your very pissed off lover who was maybe not so much your lover as your ex-lover.
"Shit, Squall... it's not like I meant it."
"You said it."
It was, Irvine reflected, one of his worst ideas. Really. Not that he'd thought about it much before he'd opened his mouth and said it. He couldn't even think why he had said it. It wasn't like Squall had given him any reason to say it at the time. He'd just opened his big mouth and said it.
"Squall, I'm sorry. You know I don't really think..."
"Yes, you do." Squall took a deep breath and turned to face him, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "You all think of me like that. You think I'm heartless, that the only person I care about is Rinoa. You think that I don't care about you, that I won't even talk to you."
"Squall..."
"It's just hard."
At least Irvine didn't have to talk to Squall's stiff back anymore. He took a deep breath, stepping a little closer, taking Squall's hands in his. "Squall, babe... you know I don't really think you like that. I just... I wasn't thinking straight."
Squall pulled away. "Were you drunk?"
"Huh?"
"Were you drunk? Or high? Because I don't know what else would make you say, 'Squall, you're such a cold hearted bastard'."
"I didn't say that."
"Yes, you did. Now explain yourself, if you're going to. Stop making excuses."
Irvine suddenly had a flash of understanding as to exactly why Squall was commander of the Garden. It had a lot to do with his skills as a leader and in a fight, sure, but it also had a lot to do with that no nonsense attitude of his. That glare, too. The one that said 'you should just curl up and die now'. Irvine took a deep breath and tipped his hat back a little, meeting Squall's eyes squarely.
"I wasn't drunk. Or high. I was just... well, you know, sex with you is pretty mind blowing..."
Squall's mouth twitched a little, one corner almost hitching into a smile. But he didn't give in to it. Instead he crossed his arms in front of his chest and met Irvine's eyes coolly. "Carry on."
"And I was just thinking... well, Squall..." Irvine took another deep breath and stepped closer, almost holding his breath as he waited to see if Squall was going to pull away. He didn't, this time. "I love you."
"What?"
Irvine had to smile at the quick reply. "I love you."
"When does that start meaning you tell me you think I'm a cold hearted bastard?"
"When I think that you don't love me back."
"Irvine..."
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine said something he didn't really mean. For
100_chances.Irvine stared at Squall's back. It was the only part of Squall he had to stare at, and quite likely the only part he'd be allowed to stare at for quite some time, given his slip up. Not that Squall's back wasn't attractive when he wasn't so tense and pissed off. It was just rather disconcerting to have to face the back of your very pissed off lover who was maybe not so much your lover as your ex-lover.
"Shit, Squall... it's not like I meant it."
"You said it."
It was, Irvine reflected, one of his worst ideas. Really. Not that he'd thought about it much before he'd opened his mouth and said it. He couldn't even think why he had said it. It wasn't like Squall had given him any reason to say it at the time. He'd just opened his big mouth and said it.
"Squall, I'm sorry. You know I don't really think..."
"Yes, you do." Squall took a deep breath and turned to face him, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "You all think of me like that. You think I'm heartless, that the only person I care about is Rinoa. You think that I don't care about you, that I won't even talk to you."
"Squall..."
"It's just hard."
At least Irvine didn't have to talk to Squall's stiff back anymore. He took a deep breath, stepping a little closer, taking Squall's hands in his. "Squall, babe... you know I don't really think you like that. I just... I wasn't thinking straight."
Squall pulled away. "Were you drunk?"
"Huh?"
"Were you drunk? Or high? Because I don't know what else would make you say, 'Squall, you're such a cold hearted bastard'."
"I didn't say that."
"Yes, you did. Now explain yourself, if you're going to. Stop making excuses."
Irvine suddenly had a flash of understanding as to exactly why Squall was commander of the Garden. It had a lot to do with his skills as a leader and in a fight, sure, but it also had a lot to do with that no nonsense attitude of his. That glare, too. The one that said 'you should just curl up and die now'. Irvine took a deep breath and tipped his hat back a little, meeting Squall's eyes squarely.
"I wasn't drunk. Or high. I was just... well, you know, sex with you is pretty mind blowing..."
Squall's mouth twitched a little, one corner almost hitching into a smile. But he didn't give in to it. Instead he crossed his arms in front of his chest and met Irvine's eyes coolly. "Carry on."
"And I was just thinking... well, Squall..." Irvine took another deep breath and stepped closer, almost holding his breath as he waited to see if Squall was going to pull away. He didn't, this time. "I love you."
"What?"
Irvine had to smile at the quick reply. "I love you."
"When does that start meaning you tell me you think I'm a cold hearted bastard?"
"When I think that you don't love me back."
"Irvine..."
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything."
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