Zack sighs and flops down flat on his back. His head is still kind of squnched against Cloud's side, and he doesn't really care to release Sephiroth from the anaconda grip he's slithered around him, but man, is the prevailing mood in this bed starting to harsh his mellow.

"What is up with you guys?" he asks, to no one in particular. He's looking up at the ceiling like Ramuh will pull away the roof and give him some answers. "I heard you banging all night and it sounded like a good time. Did somethin' happen—oh shit, are you jealous?"

The thought never occurred to him. Color him surprised. He worms his way back up, and at least this time he's a little more measured when he edges his way into Sephiroth's personal space—y'know, aside from still having his legs wrapped around him. That's just insurance. He reaches out to page one of those long bangs back behind Sephiroth's ear, which is absolutely the cutest thing ever. He'd die right now except he's never gonna die. "You want me to go, I'll go. You deserve this. I didn't mean nothin' by it, I just wanted to be with you. Both of you."