Sephiroth sat back on the couch, hair spilling over one shoulder, his coat abandoned on the armrest. There was heat in his skin that even the dim light could not hide.

You wrung out the cloth and placed it against his forehead. His gaze found yours, holding for a moment too long before he looked away.

Genesis stood at the side of the room, watching with that infuriatingly familiar smirk. "The mighty General Sephiroth looked after like this... who would have thought."

"You exaggerate." Sephiroth said, his voice quiet.

Angeal stepped closer and gave Genesis a look. "You should let him rest."

You reached for the bowl again, brushing your fingers briefly along the side of Sephiroth's face to adjust the cloth.

Genesis tilted his head, amused. "Almost looks like he is getting used to it."

"Shut up." Sephiroth snapped, the softness in his tone at odds with the firmness of the words.

He wasn't used to this. To being cared for like this. To be the center of this attention which didn't come from him being the General but from a moment of vulnerability.

But it was nice. Being cared for like this. Even if it felt undeserved.

It was... really nice.