Rufus is annoyed. Tseng understands. It was so easy in that moment to forget that he answers to Rufus, to anyone. The matter felt so personal that he could hardly consider it work-related. But they are Turks and he ought to know better.
He overstepped the chain of command, and for that, he is willing to pay any price. For now, the only order that he understands is to keep working his fingers against the president's scalp, gentle but firm.
"I know, sir," he says. Rufus does not like to sit by the sidelines. As much as it pained him to have his men drop Rufus in the middle of a war zone, he was more than capable of standing up to that so-called ex-SOLDIER. He can handle his own.
But this is Sephiroth. It's different.
"I expect Sephiroth to be indisposed for some time. Long enough for us to collaborate on a plan of action." His fingers slip down over Rufus's shoulders, kneading into muscle. It's almost a persuasion tactic, but he knows they are both too stubborn for that. "I would rather you let our men handle this, Mr. President."
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He overstepped the chain of command, and for that, he is willing to pay any price. For now, the only order that he understands is to keep working his fingers against the president's scalp, gentle but firm.
"I know, sir," he says. Rufus does not like to sit by the sidelines. As much as it pained him to have his men drop Rufus in the middle of a war zone, he was more than capable of standing up to that so-called ex-SOLDIER. He can handle his own.
But this is Sephiroth. It's different.
"I expect Sephiroth to be indisposed for some time. Long enough for us to collaborate on a plan of action." His fingers slip down over Rufus's shoulders, kneading into muscle. It's almost a persuasion tactic, but he knows they are both too stubborn for that. "I would rather you let our men handle this, Mr. President."