7
"I'm surprised you are so well prepared." Seifer smiled.
Squall avoided his gaze as he had been doing all day, "Yeah, I told you I was going to leave…I saved you on my way out."
The brunet fashioned a tent big enough for him and his two traveling companions.
"You're good too…have you traveled around before?"
"No, but my brother had overseen my training. He made sure I would survive well if I ever was in the position in am in now."
"And, where is that brother?" Seifer asked as he patted Dran and stood behind Squall, just waiting fro the stubborn brunet to ask for help.
"He is with the king." Squall shrugged.
"Oh…does he know you are leaving?"
"You ask too many questions." The brunet frowned.
Seifer shrugged and chuckled, "hmmm…I'm only trying to figure you out, kid."
"You're wasting your time." Squall got into the tent and spread the blankets of their rough and ready bed. Coming out, the brunet started a fire and sat by it, Dran resting his head on his master's lap, closing his eyes in bliss as Squall stroked his heavy fur which blended fairly with the snow all around them.
Seifer sat across from Squall, "So, you left your parents behind?"
Squall frowned, "My mother…but she's with nii-san."
Seifer nodded and rested back against the bark of a close tree, closing his eyes and thinking of nothing in particular.
Squall watched the blonde, his heart beating wildly, 'How did it feel…lying in his arms?' shaking his head to clear his sinful thoughts, Squall frowned and turned his gaze to the crackling fire. 'How did it feel to be one with him?'
The brunet's eyes narrowed, "You should get eaten by wolves." Squall muttered.
Seifer opened his eyes, "huh?"
"Nothing…who was talking to you anyway?" Squall grumbled, his cheeks heating.
Seifer wondered about Squall's grumpy demeanor, "Are you always in a dreadful mood?"
"No."
"So, I'm the one putting you on edge." Seifer smiled. It was a statement, not a question. S
quall turned to glare at the blonde, "Drop dead."
Seifer stood up, "I'm going to bed, it's almost dark and we're going to get up early. You might want to join me, unless you're planning to spend the night out on your own."
Squall stuck out his tongue and frowned at nothing in particular, listening to Seifer prepare for bed.
Dran sat up and turned to the tent. "What is it old pal? You wanna call it a day?" Squall patted his wolf and walked into the tent, Dran hot on his heels.
Seifer was lying on his side, his back to the brunet. Squall felt a shiver run down his spine as he rest close to the blonde, Dran situating himself by Squall's leg.
Seifer turned to Squall, his green eyes shining in the dark, "You're shivering."
"It's cold…go to sleep…don't look at me like that!"
Seifer smiled, "Like what?" he chuckled and put his arm around the brunet's thin waist, pulling him close to warm him.
Squall tensed for a minute but Seifer just closed his eyes and buried his face in the brunet's hair.
"Seifer?"
"Mhm?" The blonde sounded sleepy.
"Nothing…Go to sleep dammit."
Seifer chuckled but said nothing as he pulled Squall closer and draped his leg over both of Squall's, lulling the brunet to sleep with his warmth.