[He hates feeling like Squall has to tiptoe around him like he's fragile or some shit. He's not. He's... He's fine. This shit just happens sometimes.]

No... Nah, it's not-

[Nyx slumps onto the couch next to the other man, bumping their shoulders together, one hand settling on Squall's thigh but it's a simple gesture of affection, not trying to push for more (yet).]

It was somethin I did... He... he was our techie a lot. Used to give him shit, sign off with a kiss just to annoy him.