Rufus looks up when his door opens- only a Turk would ever dare to enter his office without knocking so he's not surprised when Rude steps in. He doesn't know how to answer the question at first. He could say that he's fine, that he's just tired and needs to get some sleep. Ts

But right now he feels like he's going to jump out of his skin or rip up every paper on his desk. He can't imagine how Rude is doing- he had left it to Tseng to tell Rude what happened since they had known each other longer. It didn't help that Rufus still didn't know how to process the emotions that he had felt that night, he had finally just buried them under the determination to deal with Sephiroth once and for all.

"Yes. I can't focus anyway," he says as he tosses the papers he was holding to the side. He didn't care where they went, he just didn't want to look at them anymore. He didn't know what to do with himself since Reno had left to do something and Tseng wasn't answering his phone. "I need to get out of this office and go somewhere else. Anywhere else."