Vincent Valentine had many names for his lover, Cid Highwind.
Captain when he wanted to talk about something important and when he needed advice on a mission.
Chief when they were joking, drinking at the bar or just hanging on the couch.
Cid when he was upset, and really needed him.
Highwind when he was angry or when Cid misbehaved.
But Cid likes his new nickname most. He remembers Vincent saying it, and still has to laugh when he thinks of it.
One morning, when the sun had already been shining for over two hours, he had descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. There, Vincent Valentine was sitting at the table, scanning the newspaper on interesting things. While Cid turned around to make some tea he casually asked :
" What's my name?"
It was an easy game, Cid always asked what his name was. Vincent would answer. And with that answer, Cid could conclude what his mood was today. But not this time.
This time it remained silent for long time. Cid started to get a bit uncomfortable and turned around, but the gunman's face didn't show any emotion. Crisom eyes stared at the table.
" Honey" he suddenly said completely out of nowhere. Cid was confused for a couple of seconds.
"What?"
" Well, your hair is almost the same golden color-"
Cid Highwind was about to protest against that, but Vincent continued.
" And honey is sweet, it has a sensual meaning in many countries and it doesn't rot, but stays pretty for years."
There was an awkward silence. Vincent coughed and returned to reading his newspaper.
" Vin?"
" Hmmm?"
" Do I taste like honey too?"
That's where the gunman laughed and leaned in to accept the kiss that our Honey was offering.