"Mm—oh, thanks." Aw, he remembered. Cloud reaches to take the bottle, and isn't it funny that he's less concerned about eating this messy shit in his bed than he is about things that are considerably less messy, like Sephiroth just existing and sitting on it at all? Right now, though, he's unbothered. Maybe he's finally getting over that particular hangup, where he literally threw out his mattress three times just because he didn't want his gross germs on it. There were bloodstains! And then... other stains! Ugh!! But bacon grease and hot sauce, that's fine.

Cloud dumps some sauce on his food and mixes it around, looking less than half-conscious and bleary as he shovels a bite into his mouth and glances over. This bed really wasn't meant for three people of their size to be in, but somehow they've made it work. Zack's so close he almost feels like he's chewing right in his face, and over his shoulder Sephiroth's hair is kind of a mess, which is pretty funny, but it's way too damn early for him to be laughing so he settles for a snort at his expense instead. "Didn't you make yourself any? ...What's the occasion?" Shit. Did he forget something?