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[Author]: darkranger
[Title]: Stay
[Fandom]: Final Fantasy VIII
[Pairing/Character]: Seifer/Squall
[Rating]: G
[Summary/Warnings]: Valentine's drabblet for twilightsrain


Seifer had tried to avoid Balamb Garden like the plague since the end of the War. He knew the ”Orphanage Gang” would welcome him back with open arms, but the other people there would jibe him and taunt him, and he didn't need that kind of trouble in his life. However, when he heard news of Squall's accident, he knew he had to put his fears and uneasiness behind him and go to Garden.

He acted cool and collected in front of anyone watching, but inside his stomach was doing cartwheels. He thought he had prepared himself for the worst, but seeing Squall laying in that Infirmary bed looking almost as white and pale as the sheets made his heart sting with pain.

He walked over to the bed, slower than his usual pace, taking a seat in the provided chair, he let out a heavy sigh he hadn't realised he was holding and reached out a gloved hand to stroke those brunette locks softly. He was thankful that the Doctor and the others had left to give him a little space alone with Squall, he'd hate anyone else to see him being so gentle and tender.

Squall could feel a hand on him, it was far too large for a girl's hand – even the Doctor's chubby stubs. The hand was larger than Zell's or Laguna's. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the bright lights, trying to focus his sight. Seifer reached over, dimming the light so it wouldn't burn Squall's eyes quite as much. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Squally-boy.” He whispered softly.

The brunette gave a soft groan, trying to sit up only to find a firm arm holding him down. “Sorry, Leonhart, no moving for you. You need to rest. What were you thinking taking on three T-rexaurs by yourself?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Squall's lip, he brought up his hand that wasn't full of drips and rested it on Seifer's arm. “... Wasn't by myself... training... new kid... ambushed.” He said weakly, letting his eyes close for a moment. “Why... are you here?”

Seifer moved his arm, resting his hand over Squall's, slipping his gloved fingers between Squall's ungloved ones. “I was hardly likely to stay away when I heard you were hurt. I had to see you, to make sure you'd be okay.”

Squall smiled again, his eyes fluttering shut once more. “Stay?”

The older man leaned down, kissing Squall's forehead lightly. “Of course. At least until you're back on your feet.

The younger couldn't help but chuckle softly at Seifer's weak attempt at humour, despite the grim reality that he faced life in a wheelchair. “I'll hold you to that.”