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Nice response. Please ignore Rufus as he watches with equal amounts amusement and concern. It wouldn't be any good if he accidentally killed Reeve. Especially with that comment being the impetus and what Reno would say.

When it's obvious Reeve is fine though, Rufus grins. "Phone sex, Reeve. I said phone sex."

“I... suppose I can extrapolate what that would entail from the name,” Reeve admits. And he’s realizing Rufus has access to and growing skill with a mobile camera in his apartment. “But clearly I have little experience there.”

"It's alright. I probably shouldn't." Perhaps he really should tell Reeve nevermind on this. The man might not survive him. "Although seriously, there's phones we can use to speak with one another if we need them.

"Although I don't know how much either of us needs that? We are both fairly self-sufficient, right? Then again... i admit I have no idea how a relationship is suppossd to work aside from Elena's romance novels..."

Yeah, maybe he has a bit more to learn.

“It matters,” Reeve counters as he finally returns to his food. “Being able to see someone you care about, to touch, to kiss...”

It matters so much. And it seems to him that he has more to teach Rufus. Quite a bit more. He considers what he would have to teach. If he could. There was, after all, a bit of a difference between being lovers and dating. Well he’ll have to think on it.

“You’ll clearly be the one taking the lead in phone sex. And I suppose you have the advantage, being able to watch as well as hear.”

"Considering what my life has been, I'll have to believe you." He smiles a bit, but he obviously knows that Reeve is likely right. He's just not used to a great deal of physical affection for the sake of comfort. Even the Turks were more or less hands off when it came to their boss.

As to the Cait unit, Rufus shakes his head. "That wouldn't be any fun, and I would also think it would be highly against what you designed the unit for. I'm horrible, but I won't disrespect you in such a way."

“Thank you for that,” Reeve says in relief. He really didn’t like the idea of being watched. If that would amuse Rufus he would have allowed it. But frankly not his cup of coffee. More than that, though he could point out that Rufus had already forced him to use Cait for spying. This would be a different form.

Still he is not against this whole idea. The more he talks the more Reeve feels comfortable with all of this. Almost... hopeful.

“Just, this is going to sound like I am backtracking again. That is not it. I just need to be reassured here. We’re doing this?”

Rufus knows that there are things one just does not do in certain situations. Where before it was necessary for Cait Sith to act as a spy, something even Reeve had to know whether he liked it or not, there was no need now. Rufus had an easy line on Cloud and his people, could reach them if it was needed, he had no desire to spy anymore, no reason to. Not even on Reeve.

Of course it didn't mean he hadn't walked Cait in on a few things accidentally, and he had spied enough to figure out what sort of coffee Reeve liked and how he liked it, but there was a difference between accidents, finding out what people liked and using the machine as a sex toy.

The question earns some consideration, and a return question. "I'm sure I want to do this, although I suppose we need to define what "this" is so that there are no more misunderstandings."

“I suppose we do. I think I would be better placed to consider that in your arms rather than while we’re trying to eat,” Reeve muses.

Those sort of things were always easier for him when he had someone in his arms. Warmth and welcome and all of that was so much simpler. Would be easier to know when he isn’t starving too. How long since he last ate? Maybe twelve hours?

“Gods the elders of Kalm really left me ill treated,” Reeve sighs. “I should arrange things better next time. Insist on meal breaks. And sleep.”

Rufus chuckles softly at the remark. Reeve was truly the touchy-feely sort. Though it seemed Rufus didn't mind it all so much, if the fact he was snuggling Reeve so much earlier was any indication.

"You really should. Food is important." He gently nods at what Reeve has in front of him, before picking some of his own food up. "We'll talk after."

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“I suppose I thought the consideration would come from the other side,” Reeve admits and, with the prompting, turns his attention toward his own meal. He manages to pack away two full plates in no time at all.

Once he’s done he gives a truly contented sigh. Food, sex, affection? He can do this.

"Old men don't eat as much as young ones." Rufus remarks before setting about eating himself, content in the silence between them, even if he doesn't eat quite as much as the other man does.

"Tseng ordered well."

Perhaps Reeve can prove how young he is with what he eats. At least there is that. Once he is done he sits back and smiles. Finally. Now he could use rest.

“He did. Speaking of... are your Turks going to have my head if this doesn’t work out?”

"No." Rufus looks quizzically at Reeve. "This is a decision that only we can make and they have no say, regardless of if it goes sideways or not. It would be different if we were discussing something else, of course, but..."

Well, unless one of the Turks decided that they really had feelings for their boss, romance, sex, things like that weren't for them to interfere with unless it was a direct danger, and Reeve wasn't a danger.

"The only worry you should have is commentary, but I know how to handle Reno."

“I would welcome his commentary,” Reeve shrugs off. He could likely handle it. Or so he believed. So he hoped. “I believe it goes without saying that AVALANCHE cannot know. More for your safety than any judgement from them. My personal life is hardly their concern after all.”

The bigger issue is public reaction if it got out. All the ‘he wants to rebuild Shinra’ will be seen as absolute truth if his relationship became public knowledge. There might even be some among Avalanche who would fear the same thing.

“I’ve finished, I don’t suppose you would mind moving somewhere more comfortable.”

"I've no intention to reveal I'm even alive for a long time. Would be too dangerous at this time to begin with, on top of the fact that I would have to solve what my purpose would be if I was known to be alive. Could you imagine the reaction if Shinra rebuilt."

Not that he hadn't had thoughts about it, had even told the Turks he would rebuild, but truth be told he wasn't so sure anymore. He had never lied, he didn't want to be like his father, and right now that would be the only thing anyone saw - himself included - if the corporation rose again.

No, better to stay out of sight and figure it all out before he moved. Maybe run it by Reeve sometime, in a different situation and once the man understood him far better.

Not that he won't move for the sake of the conversation they were about to have, standing and indicating the living room. "The couch should be fine. There's a blanket near it to wrap in if we want."

“I could use a blanket,” Reeve admits as he moves to the couch and settles down. Leaves plenty of space for Rufus to join him. Once Rufus is settled he relaxes a little.

How do they approach whatever this is? What even is this? That is something he has to figure out, at least a for himself. He watches Rufus as he thinks, because he finds himself caught in the beauty of the man again. What would he do to touch the man again? Put him down on this couch and make love to him. Granted he probably hasn’t gotten there yet.

“I suppose I should tell you that I am an affectionate partner. I care about the men in my life. I have been known to dote but I can hold back on that.”

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Once Reeve is settled, Rufus grabs a blanket up that's sitting nearby and sits down to settle the blanket around them, leaning into the architect a bit as he does and listen.

"It doesn't bother me if you dote a little." Rufus remarks. "Can't promise I won't act like a child if you do, though."

“I doubt you would be childish. You’re mature for your age, Rufus. I fear you may always have been such. I am an affectionate man on a personal level, and I show it,” he explains. With Rufus there he can’t help but put light kisses along the crown of Rufus’s head. “I need to figure out what to do about it, though. I need you to tell me if I have to back off.”

"Wouldn't I?" He chuckles a little at the kisses and looks at Reeve, "Let's be very honest, since that's what this time is for... I'm mature, but I'm also the sort of person who wants a lot, if not everything; a childish tendency. And...

"It worries you, doesn't it? My past. I can't tell you what my personality will be like with something more steady, lover or dating or whatever we call what we decide on. It could be bad."

Hard to date with what they are doing, but Reeve gets the concern.

“”No one can say for sure what any relationship will yield. How it will affect the partners in it. Feelings are always a risk. Hearts are fragile, Rufus. And I will risk letting myself get broken again.”

His fingers reach up to stroke his hair lightly. “What I can tell you for sure is that when I fall, Rufus, I fall fast. You know how I am with the people I try and help. You’ve seen it. I can be more intense with a partner. You could easily get annoying. So I expect your normal brutal honesty.”

He leans into the hand that comes up to pet him, enjoying the touch for a moment and the chance it brings to not have to speak just yet. What does Reeve mean by intense, exactly? He's had more than enough time to understand the man can get carried away, after all, so is it something he has to worry about?

The answer is not really. Reeve could never go too far without risking his hide. The Turks would certainly respect whatever transpired between them, whatever decision they made, but there was no way the man would ever be allowed to get carried away in any manner that could hurt Rufus.

Besides, he can just tell the man to shove off, or dump water on him again, so it's not a huge deal. Yet the last remark at least earns a small laugh.

"Have you ever known me to pull my punches when I have nothing to gain by doing so?"

“I haven’t known you to pull your punches even when it was warranted,” Reeve counters. But he does seem quite pleased to see Rufus enjoying the touch. He twists a bit around Rufus to offer him a light kiss.

Then he relaxes a little.

“I think another rule should be keeping business ns pleasure separate. One or the other first, no exceptions.”

"You just don't know when I do." It sounds like a promise somehow, or maybe a threat or hint. Rufus had a spiked tongue, but it could also be pure silver; the fact he rarely used the latter could likely be blamed on the staff his father generally had around... And maybe just a bit of being a jerk.

The kiss is accepted with a return one, as well as a hand coming up to scratch down Reeve's chest, whether it's covered or not. Though the devilish look Reeve gets as Rufus draws back should likely make him worry.

"What? Don't think we should negotiate while giving each other service?"

“Your mouth would have me giving away everything,” Reeve admits. “I think I would rather be able to fully focus on you.”

Mostly though the Commissioner and the President has to be different from Reeve and Rufus. For Reeve’s sake.

He ignores the look because really, he deserves that. So instead he wraps an arm around Rufus.

"Heh. I'll have to try that sometime with non business things." The smirk remains, but his words indicate he agrees with Reeve on the matter at least. "I have one obvious demand of my own, however; if you've agreed to stay for the evening, barring emergencies, don't try taking off even if you think I'm uncomfortable.

"Far easier to ask me if I am than repeat earlier."

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