He'd make sure that by the time he slid out of his impermanent on deck of the airship that every other dweller was asleep and completely blind to his secretive nightly rounds.
His first stop was to the control room where a charging Cait Sith stood motionless; far away from the awake world. The man would tip-toe over quietly to his slumbering creation and with a brisk move of his calloused hand, disconnected the cat from his charging outlet and turned him off. Reeve watched as ebony metal ears slowly fell to the side of Cait Sith's face giving him the appearance of a real life defensive feline. Lately Reeve was forced to temporarily immobilize his brainchild more and more often. That's what happens when you designed a machine to feel the emotions you are feeling.And, quiet frankly, there were some feelings Reeve wasn't willing to share with his cherished Cait Sith...or anyone else for that matter.
After that he'd make the much more riskier stop by Vincent's room. In front of the closed door he'd stand there for a moment completely motionless, listening for any sound that would tell him if the often insomniatic Vincent was awake. A simple clank of a boot, a wisp of a cape or a forlorned sigh was all Reeve needed to retreat back to his room. Once he was certain that like all the others, Vincent was also dozing, he'd head off towards his real destination; a small cabin on the far right end of the ship.
In hindsight, Reeve assumed it would have been better manners to knock on Yuffie's cabin door first instead of each night, repeatedly walking in unannounced, trying to catch the always waiting shinobi by surprise. Then again it probably would've been better manners not to be in a woman's cabin at all, much less during the cover of night when unseemly things could happen with little to no fear of discovery.
"Did I surprise you?" He'd always ask her before he acted on the feelings he had been forced to conceal and mask all day.
Sending him that impertinent grin that she knew he hated and love so, "Nope." before she fell into his arms like she did every night.
With the rise of the fun stealing sun they'd be forced to revert back into meer friends. To become nothing more than frolicsome companions among the unaware eyes of their friends. In the daylight they had to hide. But when the night came the sounds of their true feelings for one another began to resound through the aircraft with no one awake to hear.
And even if they had been awake,
would they really want too?