Sephiroth sat at his desk, with you comfortably settled on his lap, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating the both of you.

He gently combed his fingers through your hair with one hand, a habit he's picked up on recently, a look of exhaustion evident in his eyes. His other hand diligently worked through the stack of paperwork that had accumulated during the week he took off after Genesis went missing following his mission in Wutai.

After finishing another sentence Sephiroth placed his pen back in the holder and slumped back into his chair as he let out a sigh, running a hand through his own silver hair.