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FFVIII: Tangle
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Kiros/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: What do you do when your best friend's son turns up soaked and depressed asking you to help? For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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What do you do when your best friend's son comes to you, tired out and depressed -- although he'd never admit to it -- and asks you for help? What the hell do you do if he asks you not to tell his father -- specifically not to tell his father he's there -- and he looks at you with quiet sad eyes and looks as if he's about to drop?
Kiros sure as hell doesn't know. The best he can do is find Squall a bed and some extra clothes -- because damn, he's been out in the rain -- and ask him what's the matter. He only asks what's the matter because if Squall wasn't Squall, he'd be talking -- not that he knows him well, but well enough to know this. He tries to coax Squall out and Squall just sits there, wet and miserable, until Kiros tosses him a total and orders him to get undressed and into bed.
He can follow orders, thankfully, and Kiros perches awkwardly on the end of the bed to try and draw more out of him. He doesn't want to order him to talk, so he talks about, oh, anything, everything, and he seems to have learnt the art of rambling from Laguna. He talks about how Laguna has done this and that and how he and Ward have to clean up after him and all of a sudden, Squall looks up and takes a deep breath. He sits up, too, sits up and reaches out, and Kiros takes a quick surprised breath when he touches his cheek.
"You... you've always been a good friend, to Laguna... my dad, haven't you? A... close friend."
Kiros carefully brushes the touch away, worried. "You're tired."
"You're his lover, aren't you?"
Kiros turns back to look at Squall, though he was on the way out, and pauses, seeing all the trouble there, somehow. A real mess, and he hasn't the heart or time to unpick it right now. "No, I'm not."
Tension eases out of Squall's spine and he bites his lip. "Oh."
"'Oh'?" Kiros mimicks, and Squall looks up with the tiniest hint of a smile. It wasn't the only problem confusing Squall's troubled eyes, but it was one of them, and Kiros goes back to sit on the bed and tries not to be too surprised when Squall carefully takes his hand, tangling their fingers as if he's afraid Kiros will disappear.
"I..."
Squall sits for a moment, not knowing what to say, and then suddenly he kisses Kiros, surprising and shockingly sweet, squeezing his hand at the same time. He pulls back and Kiros wants to ask about that girl -- that sorceress -- Rinoa, or why Squall just did that, but damn it, Squall is his best friend's son and this is all really too confusing.
He tucks Squall into bed then and tells him -- orders him -- to go to sleep. And then he leaves the room, troubled.
Pairing: Kiros/Squall
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: What do you do when your best friend's son turns up soaked and depressed asking you to help? For
fic_on_demand.What do you do when your best friend's son comes to you, tired out and depressed -- although he'd never admit to it -- and asks you for help? What the hell do you do if he asks you not to tell his father -- specifically not to tell his father he's there -- and he looks at you with quiet sad eyes and looks as if he's about to drop?
Kiros sure as hell doesn't know. The best he can do is find Squall a bed and some extra clothes -- because damn, he's been out in the rain -- and ask him what's the matter. He only asks what's the matter because if Squall wasn't Squall, he'd be talking -- not that he knows him well, but well enough to know this. He tries to coax Squall out and Squall just sits there, wet and miserable, until Kiros tosses him a total and orders him to get undressed and into bed.
He can follow orders, thankfully, and Kiros perches awkwardly on the end of the bed to try and draw more out of him. He doesn't want to order him to talk, so he talks about, oh, anything, everything, and he seems to have learnt the art of rambling from Laguna. He talks about how Laguna has done this and that and how he and Ward have to clean up after him and all of a sudden, Squall looks up and takes a deep breath. He sits up, too, sits up and reaches out, and Kiros takes a quick surprised breath when he touches his cheek.
"You... you've always been a good friend, to Laguna... my dad, haven't you? A... close friend."
Kiros carefully brushes the touch away, worried. "You're tired."
"You're his lover, aren't you?"
Kiros turns back to look at Squall, though he was on the way out, and pauses, seeing all the trouble there, somehow. A real mess, and he hasn't the heart or time to unpick it right now. "No, I'm not."
Tension eases out of Squall's spine and he bites his lip. "Oh."
"'Oh'?" Kiros mimicks, and Squall looks up with the tiniest hint of a smile. It wasn't the only problem confusing Squall's troubled eyes, but it was one of them, and Kiros goes back to sit on the bed and tries not to be too surprised when Squall carefully takes his hand, tangling their fingers as if he's afraid Kiros will disappear.
"I..."
Squall sits for a moment, not knowing what to say, and then suddenly he kisses Kiros, surprising and shockingly sweet, squeezing his hand at the same time. He pulls back and Kiros wants to ask about that girl -- that sorceress -- Rinoa, or why Squall just did that, but damn it, Squall is his best friend's son and this is all really too confusing.
He tucks Squall into bed then and tells him -- orders him -- to go to sleep. And then he leaves the room, troubled.
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