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"Knock knock. I got you some new clothes."

It's not really a big deal, Cloud thinks. He'd do it for Denzel and Marlene just as readily, but all Sephiroth has is those god awful ShinRa branded clothes. He doesn't really know what Sephiroth likes...or if Sephiroth knows what he likes, so he got several different styles of clothes. He had to guess the size, too, but considering they're the same height, he just went off of his own size.

The past few weeks, perhaps months (for time passes strangely in the Underworld, as it always has), has unfortunately put some things into perspective for Thanatos. He's always felt how shaky the foundations have become, but the dirty underbelly of the truth of it all hasn't been so utterly obvious until now. Perhaps he shouldn't worry. Perhaps this was fated after all. Still.

Even worse, it's not in his nature to worry. Not really. Things are what they are, things will be what they will be, but Zagreus has so utterly thrown him for a loop that it feels like all he can do is worry about him, help him, have faith in him. It sits like a rock in his gut. There is no one but his mother who might understand.

The five senses || Accepting

A long day might be an understatement. Genesis had arrived much later from his mission than he had expected. Complications and delays and yada yada yada. Needless to say, he was irritated, sweaty, and tired. But he had promised Soleil that he would come by when he got back, and he intended on keeping that promise, which is why he shows up on his doorstep well past midnight. “..Hi. Sorry. You got my texts, right?”

Soleil then ushers him inside, leading him to the bathroom where there was a bath drawn and waiting for him. Genesis blinks, then laughs, shaking his head. How did he know? He leans up to press a kiss to Soleil's cheek before he undresses, gesturing for him to do the same. They've done this plenty and the tub barely fits the both of them, but it's nice, regardless.

When they're in the tub, Genesis leans back against Soleil's chest, closing his eyes as his hands gently roam across his arms, his chest, his legs, washing all the grime and dirt and dried blood off. “Thank you,” he murmurs, opening one of his eyes to look up at him. “You always know just how to help me calm down.” Which is…definitely saying something. Genesis hardly ever opens up to anyone who isn't Angeal or Sephiroth, so to have this with someone else is thrilling.