It's so fucking baffling to see this. Zack, who's been gone for so long, alive and well. And Sephiroth, which don't even get him started on all that complicated shit. Both of them in his bed. Zack snuggling right up to him and cramming bacon in his mouth. It's so... what the fuck. Cloud stares, eyes a little glazed over, and then blinks hard. Is it real or just him falling back on old habits and hallucinating again? Nope, real. Probably. Maybe? Just to be extra sure, he gives Zack's arm the faintest of nudges where he can reach it. Solid. Real. Nope, that sure is a thing that's happening, then.

"Better be," he mumbles, then, since this is not in fact some crazy fever dream he just can't seem to wake up from. Most of his muttering is lost in how he stuffs his face full of eggs, minding not to talk with his mouth full. Mama didn't raise a nasty boy. Maybe a brat with bad social skills, but he's no barbarian. "This was really nice of you."

He fixes Sephiroth with a leer. Thank the man for his thoughtfulness, you damn outlaw. "Wasn't it?" Pointed. Prompting. Flat as a pancake. Give him a break, he's still tired.