gently pushes back his hair & gives him the softest of kisses on his forehead. for the hardworking boy.
since being appointed commander, squall’s life had become an endless stream of paperwork. he thought that from the title he’d be more involved in some action, but no, it turned out the title was just an excuse to appoint squall manager of ... well, all of SeeD. the original intent was to give him the authority to command the forces during battle, but after ultimecia was defeated, he was still wanted as commander. which meant he was responsible for the upkeep of SeeD and their affiliation with balamb garden. of course, balamb garden had become his home, so it’s not like he can complain, but ... it’s a lot of work, especially for someone who, for the longest time, thought his life was going to be nothing but fighting.
he’s signing off on a request ( never did squall think people would be going to him for approval, he never considered himself a leader ) when he feels the touch to his hair, and his hand slips, making a very elongated ‘ t ’ at the end of his signature. squall sighs, party frustration, partly relief. “ i’m -- ” working, he tries to say, but then he feels lips against his forehead and his guard drops. his arms fall to his sides, his eyes close and he lets rinoa pepper him in kisses. squall has never been one for affection, either, not since ellone left, but a lot of things have changed lately. “ ... ready to take a break. ”
