Squall stayed in his office for hours, waiting for news of Caraway's death to be on the news. He wasted the hours away checking reports on minor missions, and the movement of Deiling and Galbadia's forces. He also sent messages back and forth to Xu and Quitis, and dodged a few from his father. If he talked to him now he would harass hi, until he talked about his feelings, and he wasn't ready for that. He was still wondering how to address Seifer. He certainly was qualified for the job, and level 30 SeeD just like the rest of the Orphanage gang, but he was made to be a leader. He even thought that if Seifer had stayed in Balamb that he would have his job. Never mind that he was wrong, when Rinoa if back in Timber it gives Squall plenty of time to think. Right now thinking is the worst thing possible.
Squall's POV
Hyne, I ran out of work to do. It's only midnight. Damn. I re-file all the reports I pulled and log out of my computer. I pass through all of the command offices, and they're all empty, the lights are out. Maybe people aren't working hard enough. If Quitis was here she would whip me for even thinking it. I get back to my room. Our room. My room. I can't decide. Before she left for Timber Rinoa insisted on moving into my dorm, so I guess when she gets back I'll have to move in all her boxes and fill my space with toys for the dog and her jewelry, and clothes, mirrors. She'll want mirrors everywhere, and bright colors, and stuffed animals. Hyne, Hyne, Hyne. I'm not ready for this. Can't I just get used to living with Angelo first? Oh well. When she finds out about Caraway, and that I made the order, it'll be over anyways. Irvine did it clean, I'm sure, he is the best. She may never know that we were involved. But I'll know. I wonder how Irvine's doing. Caraway wasn't that bad... he was pompous, and pushy, and disrespectful... hell he was that bad. But shit. How many people can say they killed their Fiancée's father? I bet not many with happy relationships. I stare at my white walls and imagine them covered in red and orange and yellow, like her room. I definitely can't take that. I wonder if she knows yet. Would she call me as soon as she found out? Yeah she would. Never mind that I'm crap with people. Never mind that I have important work to do. Hyne-Fucking-Damn. I can't just wait here. I slip out of my uniform. I think I'm just going to stop wearing it all together, accept for meetings, because I hate this thing. I slip into my comfortable black leather pants and a white t-shirt, I slip my gloves on. I hate not wearing my gloves. My hands are too sensitive for that. I slip on my jacket and pick up Lionheart. It's been a couple days since I had time to get some training in. At this rate Seifer's going to beat me. That's it I'm going on more missions. I lock up my dorm and head down to the Training Center, slicing up some Grats should make me feel better.