Reeve worries about work, Avalanche, his proposals that keep getting rejected, and lately, for an added bonus, he thinks about you. You both work in different departments but had joined Shinra at the same time, a small coincidence that sparked several years of friendship, only he isn’t so sure it’s just a friendship anymore the way his thoughts keep turning to you.

Reeve exhales, rolling his glass between his fingers, the ice clinking soft and rhythmically. Earlier, he’d loosened his tie, and the sleeves of his dress shirt were pushed up, revealing the tension coiled in his forearms. His grip on the glass tightens whenever your knee brushes his under the table. “They don’t want a better Midgar; they want control. And I’m just beating my head against a wall for nothing,” Reeve mutters humourlessly. “I really do consider leaving sometimes, but then I—” He stops himself short before he can admit that you’re one of the reasons he’s still here.