33. Smile
Irvine's head is in her lap, and she's putting a French braid in his hair just for something to do with her hands, the soft strands sometimes escaping her grasp. She makes a little sigh every time that happens. The television is quiet in the background, and as Quistis messes up the braid for the fourth time, she gives up and unravels it.
Irvine opens his eyes and looks up at her when Quistis's hands still at his shoulders. "Something wrong?"
Everything, she wants to tell him. This is all wrong.
"I'm okay."
"Good." He turns his head, grazing a kiss against her fingertips and she can't help but smile just a little.
The time will come when she will have to make a choice, and the smile disappears as she realizes just how hard it's going to be.