Those who knew Squall Leonhart, either by reputation or a personal friend, would not have pegged him as being particularly sensitive to other people's feelings. That is to say, he wasn't. Sensitive, that is. At all. But there he stood, arms wrapped around his childhood rival, holding him as he cried.
Then again, those who knew Seifer Almasy, either by reputation or a personal friend, would not have pegged him as being someone who would cry about anything.
Sometimes it was just easier to let go and be somebody you're not, with someone else who's being somebody he's not.