The helicopter ride back from Junon is slow and silent. Even Reno is quiet, yawning as he flips a switch on the dashboard. This expedition was more tiring than most, though what really bothers Rufus is you icing him out.

He replays that scene from last week over and over again. Your hands in his hair, his hands on your waist, lips pressed and breaths heavy with alcohol. You‘ve barely spared him a glance since. But Rufus Shinra will not be ignored, and he loves to see people squirm.

“Tell me,” he starts, looking over at you. His voice is grainy through the headset. “Is your President so unbearable that a Turk cannot face him?”