It was the first time Cid and Vincent had seen each other in two years. Cid, being told what to wear by his roommate, was donned in green cargos and a light blue shirt that was slightly too small. It hugged him in all the right places.

Vincent was bothered by this. Not in a bad way though, in a ‘fuck he looks really hot’ way. He had been eyeing Cid all day just to observe how that damned blue shirt was too tight over the Pilot’s chest.

Once they were alone in Cid’s room on the Shera, Vincent finally got to tell him how he felt about it.

Vincent walked up to Cid and tugged on the front of his shirt. “This is a problem.”