"Tseng." Rufus watches Tseng silently appear without warning, not startled. He's used to how Tseng is able to manifest from thin air as if he's just a shadow, it's one of the small things he loves about him. But right now he's not feeling the least bit sentimental and his gaze is hard as he looked at him.
He still leans back as lets Tseng work the soap into his hair and he can't let help the small moan that escapes his lips at how good it feels. It's not enough to make him forget the anger and frustration festering under his skin, however. He's silent for a moment as he let Tseng work, eyes drifting closed, enjoying Tseng's fingers massaging his scalp. It's almost enough to make him relax if it weren't for recent events.
"Are you going to tell me what is going on or am I going to have to guess?" he asks eventually, not looking at Tseng. Even though his tone is outwardly even and calm he's tense, tapping his fingers against the edge of the tub. "I appreciate the lengths you go to protect me but I have to do something, Tseng. I'm not just going to sit idly by and you know that."
Something that wasn't sitting around waiting for answers, going through reports that weren't going to help them when it came to Sephiroth. He may not be a Turk but he wasn't going to be his father and just hide away to let others do everything for him when it's his Turks who are dying in his arms. "And I can't do anything if I'm kept in the dark."
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He still leans back as lets Tseng work the soap into his hair and he can't let help the small moan that escapes his lips at how good it feels. It's not enough to make him forget the anger and frustration festering under his skin, however. He's silent for a moment as he let Tseng work, eyes drifting closed, enjoying Tseng's fingers massaging his scalp. It's almost enough to make him relax if it weren't for recent events.
"Are you going to tell me what is going on or am I going to have to guess?" he asks eventually, not looking at Tseng. Even though his tone is outwardly even and calm he's tense, tapping his fingers against the edge of the tub. "I appreciate the lengths you go to protect me but I have to do something, Tseng. I'm not just going to sit idly by and you know that."
Something that wasn't sitting around waiting for answers, going through reports that weren't going to help them when it came to Sephiroth. He may not be a Turk but he wasn't going to be his father and just hide away to let others do everything for him when it's his Turks who are dying in his arms. "And I can't do anything if I'm kept in the dark."