#nida.

“So, what do you wanna do?” 

He hates to admit to the bright flare of joy he’d experienced when they had found out the news, because they have enough to deal with without adding another complication into the mix. 

(And is this what Garden has done to him, reducing him to thinking about a baby as little more than a complication?)

Nida reaches, letting his hand come to rest on her knee, because it’s the closest inch of her he can touch. Their entire relationship has been a bullet train, from waking up in a hotel room in Deling, to Selphie’s disease, to this. 

He’s afraid, but he sucks it up, buries it under SeeD training, and squeezes her knee lightly. 

Txt: MOM

txt: NO

Does he absolutely go scarlet in the face in embarrassment, because he and Aki had definitely thought they were alone on the pier?

He absolutely does.

He’d really rather be home right now, but that’s the point of Garden-- you go where they tell you to, and there was a squad that needed a flight into deep Trabian country. 

Nida’s flight suit whispers as he slides down a wall to make himself comfortable on the floor, balancing his phone on his knees so he can see her as he unwraps his sandwich. 

“Did anyone else get one of these stupid letters?”