#9
"Reno!"
Reno looked up from where he was balanced on the narrow wall that formed the railing of the balcony outside of Rufus' apartments to see the blond heir to the Shinra empire in his pajamas at the door...and in a panic from how wide his eyes were.
The Turk jumped down to the balcony in one smooth movement before starting towards the other. "What's the matter, Rufus? You look like..."
He found his thought cut off when a blur of pale blue and gold rushed into him. A pair of arms wrapped around his chest tightly, and the young man's head pressed against the exposed skin where Reno didn't bother buttoning his shirt.
Fifteen year old Rufus Shinra didn't randomly hug anyone. For that matter, he just didn't hug people, randomly or not.
"Hey, Rufus, it's okay...don't know what 'it' is yet, but it's okay," Reno soothed, resting a hand against the younger man's hair.
"You could have fallen..." came the murmured reply.
"I..." Reno paused a moment, tilting his head as he looked down at the blond just under his chin. "Come on, Rufus, I do stuff like that all the time. I was just keeping in shape. You know, training? Not that I don't like the vacation I get coming out here to babysit you, but..."
"Don't do it again."
If that was an order, it was the most pathetic order Reno had ever heard. Still, there was something about the way Rufus was clinging to him that made it hard to laugh at it.
"I'm a Turk, Rufus. I'm trained to face far worse than a five meter drop to the ground."
"Just don't do it again! I'm ordering you not to do it again!"
"Fine, Rufus. I won't do it again." He hated to lie to the kid, but he wasn't going to get anywhere arguing that he was trained for things like that. Not to mention that he had balanced on narrower points at a younger age than the boy currently clinging to him. "Come on, let's go beg Tseng to make us breakfast. To make up for scaring you, okay?"