Tseng finds you on the balcony, the wind sharp with the midnight chill and the stench of mako. He’d seen you escape the ballroom and quietly followed at a distance. Your relationship with the president had been rocky on account of him violating the ceasefire terms. Tseng himself was unsure why Rufus had gone and done such a thing, but it had caused a rift between the two of you owing to Wutai being your homeland. He’s not surprised you want space.

“It’s cold out,” remarks Tseng, his voice is calm and measured as he steps up beside you. His gaze briefly follows yours to the glittering streets of Midgar below the balcony. Tseng sympathizes with you, but he also pities you. You’re married to the most powerful man in Midgar now, and you lack the power to do anything. Tseng quietly drapes his jacket over your shoulders before stepping back, keeping a proper distance.