Rated T for language. I do not own. Please tell me where to improve it. Thank you for reading.
It was late.
The moon had risen a few hours ago, but Cid Highwind hadn't returned to his room until just then. Yet, it was only to sit on his bed and silently eye the friend who was asleep in the bed across the room, the other turned so that he had his back to the sharp azure eyes that shimmered strangely yellow in the light of the bedside lamp.
He turned his lamp off; the moon outside provided enough light for him to watch the companion, Vincent Valentine as his name was, from the other side of the room. The man was tossing around in his bed, like he usually did. One of the reasons why no one else wanted to sleep in the same room as him, and also as to why they would watch him during the waken hours with worried gazes.
"Lucre..." Vincent's voice, strangely soft in this state, faded for a moment, only to come back in a strangled cry. Cid heard how the sheets ripped and sighed, lifting the unlit cigarette off of his lips as he looked up from the other bed to the dark scenery outside. A low thud as the other hit the wall and he almost smiled when he heard that one startled grunt that signaled the Ex-Turks awakening. Heavy breathing and the rustle of sheets as Vincent sat up followed.
"Mornin', sunshine." Cid looked back to his friend and grinned as the other twitched.
"Good morning, Highwind..." Vincent murmured and looked outside. "Though I believe 'morning' has yet to come. I certainly hope that I didn't disturb your slumber... Chief."
"Call me Cid, I ain't got m'name ta go bein' called "Cap'n" an' "Chief" outside of work." Cid shifted position on the bed. "An' I hadn't even gone off ta sleep yet. No harm done."
"Hm..." Vincent nodded and fell silent, as though he was deep in thought. "Yet... I believe I'm not the calmest creature when I am asleep. I've seen the other's glance my way, and they look quite... concerned."
"Wouldn't anyone be concerned over som'one thrashing their bed 'vry night..."
"Pardon?"
"Just talkin' to m'self." A quick rub of the nose as Cid thought of something that wouldn't come out lame. "Well, as we're doin' nothin' 'bout it, 'tis our fault. Right?"
The gunman was silent for a moment and then shrugged. "Guess so."
Cid nodded, grinned again and looked back out the window, after another few minutes with the only sound being Barret's snores a few doors down the hall, he stretched a little and lay down on the bed without changing clothes. Vincent simply blinked and decided to lie back down as well.
"'Night then, Vince."
"Good night... Cid."
They were both silent for some time, and once Cid was sure that the gunman was asleep; he emitted one last deep sigh. "Gotta say that ye look damn hot in a blue chocobo-patterned pajama."
He settled, proud of having said it, and almost jumped out of his skin when a silent chuckle reached him from the other side of the room.