for all the times he’d managed to get into his house, it’s always been via window or a carelessly unlocked back door. it’s not as if anyone usually visited anyway, but he’s almost bewildered that his friend deigned to pick his lock now, of all times. oh well―  old habits die hard.  

❝ you’ve seen me use the window too many times t’ do that. ❞   not that he’s really complaining. instead, he’ll just lay his full weight against the other―  he can’t help but miss him, after all.  

❝ also, you should wander here more often. i’ve missed you. ❞

❝ mm… ❞

he’s appreciative of his friend’s affection, as always―  especially since he’s managed to save him from eventual back pain and all the stiffness that came with sleeping huddled up in a closet for some odd reason. well, at least he’s warmer now, even if his company smells a bit like chocobo.  

❝ me neither.. but when did you get here? didn’t know you were coming this way. ❞

❝ sock ?? ❞   

the brow he raised served as a clear enough indication of his confusion… even though he truly had no idea how he’d wound up in such a small, confined space. thankfully, his friend had come to rescue him, it seemed.  

❝ maybe i walked in my sleep? ❞