#12
"I don't think you're allowed to smoke those in here."
Reno looked up from where he was sitting near the window, cigarette in hand, to see the figure in white at the door. He laughed, then shook his head. "It's not lit, brat. Just holding it'll have to be enough until I'm out of here."
Rufus pushed away from the wall he was leaning against before closing the door and walking over to Reno. "How long will that be?"
Reno shrugged. "Couple of weeks max. Tseng ordered me confined here so that I won't do anything stupid and re-injure myself."
"You? Do something stupid? I'd never believe that."
Reno laughed, then winced before pressing his hand to the bandages around his ribs. "Guess you think that order you once gave me is still in effect, hm?"
Rufus nodded as he reached down, tracing his fingers over the exposed skin on Reno's shoulders. "Of course it is. Even if it was given by a fifteen year old horrified of losing the one person he cared about."
"Rufus..."
The blond smiled as he felt the light shiver that was the response to his touch. "Yes, Reno?"
"You're not helping matters."
"I can't help it. I've missed you in the last two years." He heard the sharp intake of air as he tilted the Turk's chin up and leaned down. "And despite your normal protests, that reaction says that you've missed me." Another smile as their lips touched while he spoke, then he leaned in, pressing his mouth against Reno's.
He had his Turks, still. That was all that really mattered. He'd say goodbye to Dark Nation later, when he was alone. But as long as he had his Turks, everything would be okay.
It wasn't like his father was much of a father anyway.