#cait sith

Reeve sat on the edge of the balcony heading towards Ghost Square, looking out from behind Cait’s eyes. The fact they could smell the sweet treats as patrons came and went should have left them ecstatic. Instead it made Reeves currently half-a-world-away stomach turn. Aerith had agreed to help Cait, had seemed absolutely flattered that of all the party the little cat had trusted her. Nimble fingers had made easy work of the few cables, while she wondered at just how much he had to be comfortable around her to let her work on him like this. The next few hours had been Cait discovering what things smelt like what, Reeve letting himself almost fall into the robot but not quite, watching with a smile from half a world away at his desk. The nutty smell of coffee, the smell of dust in the air, how the hotel room smelled slightly of cleaning supplies and warm laundry. Cait had know about these from programming and inspire, but to actually experience them was something else entirely and the cat reveled in the new sensation. Reeve almost, almost, jumped in when Cait, still giddy with discovery, told Aerith with wonder in his voice that she smelt like flowers, but she had simply laughed and pet him between the ears. It was wonderful. So wonderful he almost forgot he had a job to do. The harsh reminder came when Cait got a message from the Golden Saucers staff that he had a guest. Reeve had to take over. It was the right call to grab the keystone and run, wasn’t it?  They sat on the balcony railing, not even waving as some kid pointed excitedly at Cait, exclaiming about the mascot before asking her parents why the cat looked so sad. They couldn’t bring themselves to even fake any joy for the kid. Reeve nor Cait. So they hopped off the railing to slink into the employees only space. It would be bad for their cover if they kept sulking in public. He couldn’t get the way Aerith looked at him out of his head. The way she moved forwards, the clear question of why? On her face before Cloud stopped her. The way that even after being told not to, she lingered and looked at him, almost pleading for an explanation. And despite saying he could explain, they found they couldn’t. Every single justification died on their lips. Every single justification refused to leave Cait’s lips. Neither of them could bring themselves to say a word. And so they just wandered the Golden Saucer in silence, surrounded by the chatter of people and hearing laughter outside. It made them feel worse. It was a horrible feeling, and it had been a snap decision. They could have done nothing. They could have taken the keystone and kept it from the Turks. Except they couldn’t have, really.