It's a stretch to call them friends, and it's a push to call them co-workers.
No, he and Cissnei are a comfortable 'somewhere-in-between.'
She helps him out on missions, tells him of things he's not normally aware of, all while saying 'It's my job' with a complacent smile on her lips.
It would be an astronomical lie to say that they always kept in touch. In fact, the very thought of receiving more than one e-mail from her a month seemed, honestly and truthfully, ludicrous to Zack Fair.
Yet every time they would run into each other on a mission, talk about this and that takes place—well, talk about nothing, really…Still, every time she would tell him an interesting tidbit of information (it was always something useful) then proceed tell him he needed to take a vacation or something.
And he would laugh. He would laugh and say she should be one to talk; say that she's by far the bigger workaholic of the two.
Essentially that's the ground and base of their relationship: work ethic, morals, and little chit-chats about nothing.
Despite the fact that their friendship stands on such footing, Zack is perfectly fine with that, because in the end, it seems like that basis is enough to pull him out of several tight spots; that the short talks he has with her in spare time are apparently worth more than the years he's trained with Angeal.
Zack keeps this all in his head, however, as she looks up and smiles at him, placing a pair of keys in his tired and gloved hands.
"A present," she says. "If you trust me, use it."
Yes, he and Cissnei are a comfortable 'somewhere-in-between.'
A chopper takes off in the distance, and Zack knows he wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: I know. It's lame. But it could be worse, so review anyway~