"So you decided to exact your revenge upon Sephiroth alone." Rufus knew he wouldn't have been able to stop Tseng, he also couldn't make him promise not to do it again but it still sits heavily on him. Emotions he couldn't quite identify welled up inside him but he carefully sets them aside the best he was able to. Getting ridiculously sentimental wasn't going to accomplish anything.

He would lose Turks- he had always been prepared for that but it didn't make it any easier, especially when it came to Tseng. He suddenly yanks his hand away from Tseng's, reaching out to grab a fistful of black hair to pull Tseng down on the bed roughly and closer to him.

"Don't ever forget who I am. And don't you ever forget who you belong to. Am I understood?"