By all rights, he shouldn't be there, but Squall had given up worrying about such things. Things were so weird at times that nothing surprised him anymore. He wouldn't even have been surprised if he'd died, perhaps gone to heaven, though why he (or Seifer, for that matter) would be in heaven escaped him. He'd only have blinked a little if someone had told him that Seifer was an illusion, and that just because Seifer looked solid, too solid to be one of the things he imagined.
"I'd call it a grimace," Seifer said, with a smirk, standing up straight. He waited, then rolled his eyes. "Not learnt to speak yet, either?"
"What are you doing here?"
There wasn't a hint of threatening in his voice. If Seifer was real, threatening never did any good anyway, and if he was illusion, there was no point in getting all excited about it.
He just smirked a little more, that irritating smile that used to make Squall want to hit Seifer in the mouth. Now he was just glad to see Seifer, illusion or not, back to normal. "It's a fucking funny excuse for a smile, anyway."
"I'm not laughing."
"But I am."
"Whatever."
"Back to the old standby? Tsk, I expected better of you."
"Whatever."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." There was a long pause, and then Seifer's hand slid into Squall's fingers intertwining as they used to. "There any chance of things going back to normal between me and you?"
Squall just snorted, and Seifer laughed, leaning forward to use Squall's shoulder as a chin rest. Back to normal.
