"Alright, so long as it's not here," Rufus says, looking up at Rude when the other man touches his hand. But he resists taking Rude's hand as they head out of the office. It wasn't professional but he trusted that Rude would take them somewhere suitable.

He manages to remain composed as they walked through the building. He needed to not look at expense reports or inventory sheets or else he was going to lose it. He hated sitting idly by- paperwork wasn't going to help them stop Sephiroth or prevent one of them from being killed. He had to do something more.

He knew he wasn't a Turk but he didn't care- that didn't mean he was just going to sit and wait for things to happen around him.