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To be special enough to Rufus that the man would want to pamper him warms Reeve's heart. Perhaps too much.

"You make me feels special in ways I had long forgotten. And for that I'm grateful."

"You're welcome. Now, close your eyes so I can rinse your hair."

Well of course he closes his eyes, smiling to himself.

“You serve me so well.”

Rufus begins the process of rinsing the soap from Reeve's hair, chuckling at the remark but not responding to it for now; though it could easily come up at a later time when he feels more mischievous.

Once he finishes with the process, he reaches over to grab a washcloth, handing it to Reeve so he can wipe any water that got into his eyes away, even as Rufus himself slides into the bath with a contented sigh.

Reeve is pleased with the company, but focuses on the washcloth and cleaning his face up some. Then he moves to turn to Rufus.

"Shall I clean you my love?"

"Sure." He smiles at Reeve, shifting forward to kiss Reeve softly. "Then how about footsie in the bath?"

"I mean, if you feel like you have the energy for it, then I shall most definitely allow it," Reeve smiles. He gives Rufus another kiss and gestures for the man to wet his hair.

"I still have a lot of energy, now that the Stigma is gone." He grins, before allowing Reeve to return the pampering he was just given, seeming quite content to allow it.

A lot of energy. Wow, Reeve... has to consider that. He's never known Rufus in the flush of health. Not in this phase of their relationship.

"And suddenly I'm the one holding us back, aren't I?"

"Not really." He chuckles. "Just give me lots of kisses and I'll be content... for a while."

“Like a cat and food. I’m sure lots of kisses will last you, what, three or four hours?”

Teasing, teasing. He leans back in the water and closes his eyes, looking to relax in the water. He WAS a bit sore from everything.

"If they're good kisses, maybe longer." He settles as well, letting Reeve enjoy the warmth of the bath and the lavender he added before. "I have to admit it feels good to have energy again. I got so used to being tired, you know?"

Lavender, such a lovely scent. Clean and soothing and enough to wash the stress from his body.

"I cannot fathom it. Granted I exist in a perpetual state of fatigue just because of my life choices. Being forced into such a state is unimaginable. And to think Cloud kept going with everything he did in spite of it..."

Then again, it was easier to believe when Reeve got to watch that from Rufus.

Rufus chuckles a little at Reeve mentioning Cloud, shrugging whether it can be seen fully or not. "Cloud is stubborn, but I'm sure even he had his bad days. There's no real way to skirt around them with Stigma. They just come."

By the fact he switches tenses, it's obvious there's still a little bit of work to do before he fully accepts that the illness eating away at him is indeed gone, but even Reeve would probably understand that.

"As for you, I think you work on 'I'm so tired, I'm awake' more often than you should."

"They won't come anymore," Reeve counters for Rufus. He'll start correcting if no one else will.

But he closes his eyes and lets his foot slip forward to nudge Rufus's leg.

"I have too much to do."

"Mm... I suppose it will take time for me adjust." He laughs, and then smirks at that foot, reaching down to use a hand and stroke Reeve's leg, almost purring as he does. "I'll accept that answer, but only if I'm on the To Do list."

"Frequently. Provided you are still conveniently placed. I have no clue if you'll stay where you were."

And he wants to be close to Rufus. And now Rufus coudl travel to see him he supposes.

Rufus shrugs a little, though the gesture doesn't seem to be meant to dismiss so much as say he doesn't quite know yet what the future holds. Usually he is many steps ahead of everyone, even himself, but right now the desire to be so is just not there. The desire for a lot isn't there.

"I have yet to plan so far ahead. Every move I've made for the longest time has been made around the ever-present likelihood of death, one way or the other. I'm also still not precisely a figure people would wish to see."

The many steps Rufus always had didn’t previously account for him living a full human span of years, so it will take some time to get him there. Reeve respects that. He sees it even without being told.

“You can still be a world influence out of sight. But now maybe you can find something a bit more comfortable.”

"Perhaps." If Reeve expressed his thoughts, Rufus would certainly agree with them. Between the events after his father's death, the Weapons and Meteor, followed by Stigma; he hadn't thought a great deal of old age. Now he would have to. But not before being entirely himself, smirking as he speaks again. "I could always move in with you and cause a scandal..."

Oh what a novel idea. Reeve found himself laughing heartily over the very idea.

“My apartment doesn’t have room for you, dear. Especially not you nd your companions.”

"Theeen... move in with me?" He grins at Reeve. "Really confuse everyone."

And still he laughs, only because he knows that Rufus can't be serious, right? Right.

"That would be more effective than a spell."

He isn't, not entirely. Reeve and Rufus may be an item, and maybe the world would disregard their relationship in time if they revealed it, but both had lives that would not be suited to living together at this time.

It doesn't mean the suggestion is any less fun, however.

"Spell?"

"Confusion spells. How much do you actually play with materia?"

He really doesn't know what to do if Rufus doesn't know it.

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