That was all the encouragement Rufus needs to wrap his arms around Rude. He's not sure what to say even though he already knew it. Rude, along with the others, had stayed with him for the last couple of years even on the bad days when even Rufus himself couldn't deny how serious his illness was.

"I'm not going anywhere, Rude. The Planet itself couldn't kill me, Sephiroth and his remanent failed." He owes his life to the Turks but he had also simply refused to die no matter what the circumstances. Even if he had to fight tooth and nail for it, he would always ensure that he would survive even if just for another day.

But right now he can just lay in Rude's arms, hidden away in his apartment. He couldn't stay here forever but he could indulge himself in a few hours.