Rufus nods without argument at Tseng's order, slowly calming down as Tseng's fingers slide through his hair. It was a familiar gesture that never failed to make him relax slightly. "Alright."

He turns to glance around his suite as he steps away, pulling his robe around him once more. He had been keeping late nights here and so there was a small storm of paperwork, thick binders, and files spread around on the couch, floor, and across his unmade bed. It was exhausting to just look at it and he just threw the personnel files he had been reading earlier in bed to the floor before sinking down into the plush comforter, keeping his eyes on Tseng.

He can't help but miss that Tseng wouldn't remember the nights they had stayed up talking when they were able to be together while he was president, before the tower fell. And after Meteorfall, Tseng often laid in bed with him while they crafted plans for the future that were all but impossible in reality but Rufus had needed it more than the drugs some days.

He's quiet until Tseng is beside him, waiting for Tseng to start talking. Everything he wanted to discuss with Tseng was a disjointed mess in his mind, he needs a moment to sort it out to find a place to start.