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"It's merely pain killers. I'm not going to give you the stimulants I'm taking." This is all Rufus says on Reeve's comment, moving to his room to grab up the bottle of pain killers he's been taking, and bringing them out to Reece along with a pill cutter. "They won't separate well, but you can at least decrease the dose to near half."

"Thanks," Reeve says, because he really does mean it. Still doesn't get why Rufus has chosen to help him through so much, but he's allowing it. Because, frankly, it's been a good arrangement so far. And if Rufus wanted to hurt him there were other, more efficient ways to do it.

"You don't mind me crashing on your couch for at least another day? I think a day and a few more curative spells should get me on my feet enough to head back to Edge. And I will see to hiring protection once I'm there."

"It doesn't bother me if you do." It sounds cold in some ways, but Reeve has probably known the man long enough to realize that he isn't always going to get the most direct answer from Rufus; even if he has been better at it in the last few months. It also probably tells the man he isn't hiding anything, at least in his area of the lodge.

Waiting for Reeve to take the medication, Rufus does continue to speak, however. "Would you like me to get the Turks to vet some protection groups for you?"

"No," Reeve says, because he really thinks it's better he not tie himself too heavily to the other man. He needs to know he has people he can trust for himself. Better not to have the Turks vet them. He has to trust his own circumstances, his own decisions. "Thank you for the offer, Rufus. It is... kind of you."

Perhaps has his own reason for offering it, but Reeve is far too tired to care about trying to figure out what Rufus is aiming at, how he's trying to turn things to his advantage. Maybe Rufus really is just trying to help.

The only reasons for Rufus' offer are actually on the up and up. He's honestly interested in seeing the destruction that was rendered, in large part to his company, remedied, and as little as he likes to admit it, Reeve has a far better chance than he does. So it's important that he stay alive and unharmed. There's also the fact he rather likes Reeve, though good luck him admitting any such thing

Of course this means he won't push his help off on Reeve, won't even let out the laugh that threatens to come at being told his offer is nice, merely nodding a little. "Let me know if you end up needing anything else tonight. For now, I'll leave you to rest."

Anything else? He wants his kitten, but that much he'll do without. This place is... sterile. It makes Reeve sand to see it. Likely it's more vivid and lively wherever the Turks lay their heads to rest, but for Reeve, this place is quiet, bare, and rather depression. He needs freedom, but there's nothing he can do with that.

"Thank you," Reeve says again, and he really does mean it. Rufus was giving him something to work toward and something he could give to the people not because it was necessary but because it was fun.

Rufus nods his acknowledgement to the thanks, giving off the barest of smiles as he turns to go back to his room, only a short amount of talking indicating he doesn't immediately go back to bed, and the morning will show that he was speaking with the Turks, asking them to make sure a breakfast is ready whenever Reeve is up.

Rufus himself will try to rise before the other man too, greeting him briefly before returning to what seems to be toast and jam for his breakfast.

Yes, Reeve will sleep longer than Rufus, and when he rises he will take his meal quietly. If he isn't invited to Rufus, he doesn't intend to interrupt him. His place wasn't one that let him assume he had a right to a meal with Rufus, not in his own home. But he does seem pleased when he finds he can walk around easily. Look, he can put weight on his leg. Which means he can avoid Reno. Which is good.

There are not too many places for one to take a meal in the small cabin, even though one could perhaps hold a plate on their lap, or sit on the floor if they were inclined to do so. Something Rufus would imagine Reeve would not be.

Which means he will incline his head to Reeve when he catches his attention after the greeting, indicating one of the chairs at the table to him before returning to his own food.

Oh. Is this truly an invitation? Because, contrary to what Rufus believes, Reeve would be quite content to eat on the floor. Don't underestimate just how ready he is to be a floor-eating kind of guy. Normally he just eats on a chair with a design book open and his food in his lap. Easier that way. But this is Rufus, and not only has the guy saved his life, but the guy has even gone so far as to offer him a place to recover. To help him find new security. Which means with Rufus inviting him, he doesn't have a choice.

"I seem to remember you awake when I went to sleep. And now here you are, already awake and behaving like a human being. How do you manage it?"

Honestly, Rufus would not have cared a great deal if Reeve had opted not to join him. He knew the man still had many reservations about him, and that he was injured, which sometimes meant the last thing you wanted to do was be up anymore than necessary; which sometimes meant sitting was not appealing.

It was the former potential reason that brought a chuckle from Rufus when Reeve spoke his question, and the look he gave showed he was biting back the immediate remark that came to mind, even if the one he gave was just as bad. "I feed off Reno and his endless energy, of course. Keeps him calmer."

"If it keeps him from the sorts of trouble he got up to in the tower, I suppose I can approve of that," Reeve muses. That endless energy had given him trouble before. Such as the time that Reno had released mice into Reeve's model of the city. Asshole.

The man prods at the food in front of him, not quite sure he's hungry. He knows he should be hungry, but it really isn't that simple, is it?

"It's almost a shame I missed so much of his madness." He chuckles before taking a bite of what remains of his toast, watching Reeve out of the corner of his eye as he chews. He even shows he has some manners, waiting to swallow before speaking again. "Even if you're not hungry, you should try a bite or two. It will help."

"Likely it will," Reeve agrees. In fact it would clearly be good for him to eat and he knows he had an appetite the night before. But today? Nope. Nothing. He's certain that will change soon, but at the moment he's prodding his own toast with his fork. "I know I should eat. I'm just... distracted I suppose."

This has all been strange and... jarring.

"Coming to terms with the fact that there was an attempt on my life. I'm not a bad person. I didn't think I was at least."

Rufus makes a small hmp-ing sound, unable to help himself. He had known he wasn't being entirely listened to before, but it seemed he had been listened to even less than he imagined; or had not made the point he was trying to make. So it's perhaps no surprise his voice is a bit annoyed when he speaks.

"This isn't about good or bad. It's purely about fear. You are high profile, repairing things and working to set up something for the defense of this world. Although you aren't out making speeches like my father and I did, you're a threat to those who were fooled by ShinRa and don't want to be fooled again.

"You're also a threat to those who are making a living by providing necessities to those who don't have them, at an exorbitant price. In other words, you're being viewed as a possible new ShinRa."

Rufus isn't the only one annoyed to have him explain it. Because frankly, Reeve thinks it should be more than that. It should be something different. There should be trust. There should be hope. There should be something.

"And yet people don't treat people who provide those necessities at exorbitant prices the way I've been treated here. And frankly, I can't believe fixing things would inspire such a reaction as this. I believe in people, Rufus, I believe there's good in them and that this isn't how it people would react to something good."

Is it wrong to believe in people? Is it wrong to think that what he's doing will be embraced? Yes. He knows it. It's stupidly foolish, but he wants to be hopeful. Believe the world can be something good and trusted, that they can rebuild like that.

"I have to believe the world isn't as jaded as you think."

"You're naive." He leans on his palm, placing his elbow on the table, and watching Reeve cooly. "Although I agree that most people are what you, and all the others of AVALANCHE would call good people, they're also human beings, and human beings are complicated on the surface but below that, they're entirely too easy to understand. And it all boils down to one thing, Reeve, self-preservation.

"Self-preservation dictates you know what a person wants from you, long before you ever trust them. That person who sells you over priced goods, you know what they want; money, power over you, and so long as you pay you're fine. Someone who is giving you food, shelter, everything you need and asking nothing in return? What do they want? Nothing? Money? Power? Your life? Something you can't even imagine?"

Rufus stands finally, letting the words settle for a moment as he collects his half-eaten breakfast and goes towards the trashcan to get rid of it, though he's cautious not to let Reeve speak just yet.

"And Reeve, what do you think those men who are profiting are going to say when someone comes along offering their wares for free? Certainly not 'let's find another job.'"

"I can understand the people that want to profit off of suffering hating me, working against me, all of that. But the people I'm helping?"

No, he doesn't agree with Rufus. He isn't that naive. No, it's something Rufus doesn't understand. Something else entirely.

"I don't have this problem further from Edge. It's that people around here have had their trust betrayed by your father's company. He promised us so much, and took even more. That is what people fear. Because I made the mistake of believing in him when I was young and he had a vision. I was naive in believing in him, like they were. And I suppose I shouldn't be shocked by that concern."

He bites back the first words to come to mind, his jaw setting and a flash of annoyance behind his eyes giving it away, before sighing deeply and leaning back against the counter, arms crossed.

"Thinking like that, you're going to have more trouble." A natural smirk comes to his face as he speaks, but it's strangely devoid of amusement or superiority. "I'm well aware my father and I screwed a lot of things up, and the people closest to Midgar are going to be the most... Upfront about their concerns.

"Yet you remain naive if you think that ShinRa is the only reason, or that those further out aren't going to cause trouble because of what they feel, whether in general or due to the company; their fire just burns lower, but it will build, and the distance which keeps that fire low won't last forever."

"Not naive," Reeve insists, shaking his head. "But thinking like that, Rufus, thinking of only the worst in people, expecting everyone to stab me in the back? I can't live like that. I can hire someone to think like that for me. But without hope that people want change, that they can be less jaded? I might give up on all of this."

Believing the best in people is just how Reeve works. It's foolish, he knows that. But he needs what hope for the future he can get. Otherwise it just gets harder to get through the days.

He really didn't know what to say to that. Reeve was a glass half full type of person, and Rufus was more the sort who would tell you approximately how much was left in the glass. In a way, it was a positive that he was that way, but also very much a negative as well; a way of life for him, but not for everyone. Still...

Shaking his head slowly, Rufus finally moved away from the counter. "Believe as suits you best, as long as you hire someone. I suppose I can be jaded enough for the both of us."

If the glass isn't half full, go run off and fill it up. That's Reeve's point of view at least.

Reeve just keeps an eye on Rufus, watching him carefully. The younger man is just so hard to read, so hard to understand. But that didn't mean he was the only one jaded here. Just different degrees of jaded. Different shades. Vastly different shades.

"I already told you I would," Reeve sighs. "And you were going to have your people prepare suggestions. Which I am grateful for. I think I might also invest some effort into a side project of mine. A double for riskier situations."

Strangely enough, Rufus couldn't read himself very well, either. Not anymore. The destruction of the ShinRa building, his injuries and the code for the room found below the building, his subsequent kidnapping and the stigma? They provided much to think about. Yet old habits would always be hard to break, and it accounts for the look of confusion he gives Reeve.

"A double? Like a body double? Someone to pretend to be you...?"

"I would not put another person in danger by having them mistaken for me," Reeve answers, shaking his head. There's no chance he'd ever risk another person like that.

No, this is something he's considered before, and he wants to see how far it can take him. That part he can handle on his own.

"What about you? Are you really safe here?"

Reeve not endangering anyone made sense, but what he intended to do didn't click immediately in Rufus' mind. Not until he thought about his own usual defenses; humans or machines, and considering Reeve knew his way around machines...

"You want to make some form of android, then?"

He seems to ignore the other question. Explaining it would lead to potentially having to explain things he wasn't wanting to discuss.

Np. Life has been a pain here too. Hope you're feeling better!

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And finally... I'll poke the Vincent thread later

No problem. Sorry it took so longer to reply. Twisted my wrist.

Np, sorry for my own delay. Changing jobs and it's been crazy

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Will try and start back up the Vin and Reeve thread soon

No rush I'm still getting this all back together

Ok :)

Re: Ok :)

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