Cloud likes it when Zack calls, especially if there is something wrong. That... edge to his long-time friend’s voice when he’d listened to the voicemail had been worrying. It held a certain ring of desperation that made Cloud turn direction the second he’d heard it. He’d pushed that familiar feeling of guilt echoing through his mind on the way, viewing the emotion as bothersome, even unimportant, when his friend needed him.
Thankfully, once he heard the voicemail it hadn’t taken Cloud long to get there.
A scowl creases his blonde brow at the intense level of relief he sees within his friend, blue-green hues sharpening with concern as the faintest of frowns shifts over his lips. Silently, even before Zack starts to speak, Cloud moves further in, blue-green eyes searching over Zack’s personal space searching for something. His mind registers every word coming from the other ex-SOLDIER’s mouth before moving past him. He does stop his search, glancing back to give the other man an obvious look that said he could call Cloud whenever he needed to.
Quickly he grabs a glass of water & snags a chair, lifting it so he could set it next to Zack. Sitting down before he extends his hand, offer the water to Zack.
“Sometimes... dreams feel real.” He murmurs, speaking about his own experiences, even the dreams, visions or memories he’s witnessed during his waking hours. Not all of them were real at first. “I’m not busy.” He pointedly shifts in his chair, just to prove a point. It looks like if he just tips his head back against the chair, he could probably fall asleep. If it wasn’t for the fact those blue-green eyes were focused on his friend.
