Author's Notes: Occurs after Last Order by a week or two. Oh, and can someone tell me why these drabbles get so many damn hits? 336 since Friday? WTF?

W.G.: May I call you WG? It saves time. Well, thanks for the review as always.

Theme: Too Much

Information

"Sir, Mister Tseng is here to see you."

"Please, send him in," Reeve mumbled, welcoming the distraction from his every day work. Things had been so chaotic lately, Turks and SOLDIERS everywhere. Things hadn't been like this since the Nibelheim Incident. Hell, Reeve hadn't even seen his Wutain friend in a while.

The Wutain entered, looking so tired that his hair was almost out of place. Lacking his usual dancer-like grace, the man flopped down onto Reeve's leather couch. Sensing the foreigner's mood, Reeve rose to prepare the strongest cup of coffee possible. Sometimes even Reeve, a man that practically lived on coffee, was shocked by the Wutain's near dependence upon the liquid. Once or twice he had even felt as if a cup of coffee had come between him and his friend.

"Hard week?" Reeve asked the leading Turk.

"Do you remember Nibelheim?" the younger male asked upon accepting the steaming mug from his friend, a look of delight upon his face at the sight of the straight black liquid.

The executive froze mid-motion, and was glad that he no longer held the mug, lest it have been dropped and broken the mug and spilled the coffee. Which really would have been amusing you know, because Reeve wouldn't put it past Tseng in this state to drop to the floor and try to suck the coffee out of the carpet.

Nibelheim, Sephiroth… The destruction of the city that he had been directed to rebuild perfectly. To this day Reeve still did not know what had happened to cause such pain, but that did not lessen the nightmares of his first arrival upon the scene of the carnage.

"How can I forget Tseng?"

"Hojo was behind it you know…"

An involuntary shudder reached Reeve at this point.

"You're going to tell me about it aren't you?"

There was a nod from the man. "The President feels that given recent situations, all of his executives should be made aware of the whole incident…"

"How much is there to know?"

Tseng looked down into his coffee, as if searching for an answer in the eyes of a lover. "I've had nightmares about it every night since then."

"Far too much information then?" Reeve asked, his voice almost choked.

The younger male nodded, putting down the mug and going to lock the door. This would be a long night.