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[wingenvy]

Who: Zack and Guy
What: Just a talk, yo
When: After this thread
Where: The bar
Summary: Zack's out wandering aimlessly and kinda makes it back to the bar just as Guy's closing up for the night.
Rating: PG/PG-13, idk



Zack hadn't really thought about where he was headed. The village didn't vary much from house to house, and the rain made everything a blur. The alcohol didn't help much; he'd had more to drink than he usually did - or rather, he still wasn't used to his new limitations without the mako, as far as alcohol was concerned. Still, he was coherent and pretty steady on his feet, so he just sort of walked around in the rain for a few hours, deep in thought. Cloud had brought to mind a lot of questions, a few answers, and several things he'd realized long ago but hadn't wanted to consider, ever.

But here he was, roaming aimlessly in the pouring rain and doing just that.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit...

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Well...Guy had been right. It was horrifying; even just hearing about it, even without understanding some of the terms or the importance of some of the situations still had chills running down his spine. Zack had seen -experienced- things that no man should be able to live with. To come out of a life like that and still be able to smile...to die like that and still be able to smile-

Zack's strength was unreal.

But it seemed as if finally he'd run out of strength, at least for a moment. And who could blame him? Years and years of holding himself up, scrambling to keep the pieces together even as the glass house came crashing down, days upon days living and wondering if he would wake up the next day, who could call Zack weak now for being afraid, for wanting someone to be there with him? Maybe there wasn't anything Guy could say to help- he couldn't begin to imagine what Zack had suffered, after all. Guy had been victim to his own injustices but...well, this was not only completely different, but Guy would willingly admit that compared to what had happened to Zack, he'd had it relatively easy. There was nothing he could offer, no advice to give.

But that wasn't what Zack had come to him for in the first place. So Guy just held him, stroked his hair. Pressed his cheek to Zack's temple and mumbled, "I'm sorry." He was, he was sorry; he was sorry for everything Zack had gone through, sorry that he'd endured it alone, and sorry that it had ended before he could have any form of closure. He was sorry that there wasn't anything more he could do to help, and he was sorry that Zack had to live with the memories of those seven years. He was sorry that Zack felt he had to reach this point before he could go to someone for help.

Strength was a double-edged sword, after all. The only thing Guy could do now was patch Zack up the best he could.