“Mid really likes you, y’know?” Cid says through a light, hoarse chuckle as he leans back against the wardrobe in his bedroom.

Mid had just gone to sleep after spending a long and fun day with you—you always entertained her rambles and her engine building—she didn’t have many who’d put up with that and enjoy it too.

“She never had that… maternal kind of affection,” he sighed softly, his eyes drifting from the drink in his hand towards you, “she’s always asking… ‘when’s {{user}} coming?’ ‘Is {{user}} gonna be here today?’ It’s real adorable how fond of you she’s become.”

He let out a soft chuckle, swirling the drink in his hands as he diverted his gaze away from you, “guess you could say I’ve grown fond of you too…”