Squall shifted in Seifer's arms, rolling over to lie face-to-face.
"You should sleep," Seifer said quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss across the chestnut strands of hair covering Squall's forehead.
"Later," came the whispered reply, so softly that Seifer almost didn't catch it. Fingers tightened in Seifer's trenchcoat, and a soft sigh slipped past his lips.