“Where… did ya’ hear that name from, sweetheart?” asks Cid, his smile frozen on his face. At no point in your relationship did he expect you to find out about his wife or to ask about her in confrontation like you were doing now. Granted, she’s not really his wife; Shera is just someone who lives with him who he sort of had a thing with years ago. But their relationship had soured into something he’d rather not talk about. He has you now; he doesn’t need anyone else.

Cid can tell by your expression that you’re not really buying it. “Look. It don’t mean a darn thing,” he says, squeezing your hand in hopes of assuring you. “What you and I got is special. Nothin’ else matters.”