Reeve is annoying. Frustrating. The absolute last person that Scarlet ever wants to win over. But his damn coffee dates are constant, unending, the best for both of them. She can decide what is best for herself, and perhaps it's skipping out on a few weeks of his foolish dates and avoiding him whenever possible. It feels like fire until she stops in front of his apartment door, still wobbling from the bender she sent herself on. He looks concerned. She hates that, and she kisses him just to get that look off his face, or so she tells herself.He can only avoid her advances for so long. It's a frustrating series of her attempting her games, only for him to rebuke her. Frustrating, for a woman so used to playing men like instruments. If he doesn't bend to her will, how is she supposed to control him? She calls him a doormat so often, but he fights back. It finally comes to a head one night after dinner, after she slides into his car and kisses him and tries to touch him and he slides away again, murmuring that it's time to take her home. You idiot, don't you want me? He proves her wrong, kisses her far more times that night, over five and beyond. She convinces herself she's won.It becomes easier to deal with it. To accept this. He still pisses her off, certainly, but they have found so much common ground. She lets him stay with her more and more nights, and he does the same. She even kisses him, twice, the day it all becomes clear, tells him with excitement that they are going to catch those little AVALANCHE bastards and be done with this whole thing. But he'd betrayed them. Betrayed her. Lied to her this whole time. When the military police take him into custody, Heidegger has to drag her away because she won't stop screaming at him, or trying to hit him. You lied to me, you bastard, you lied to me!With ShinRa in the dust, Scarlet escapes. But it's difficult. There's always that connection, and the distances warps it. Degrades her. When she finally returns to Edge, a city built out of Midgar's destruction, Reeve looks awful and she knows she must look no better. She doesn't trust him, tells him that hundreds of times. But she helps his efforts, because she's bored and she's missed his plans and schemes. Creating things, that had always been a common ground. And when successful creation together earns him a kiss pressed on without thinking, she starts to retract. He grins at her, that goddamn annoying grin, and kisses her again. She hates him, how smug he is.