From what I know about you Nyx I don't think he was just your techie. Were you two...a thing?

[Squall leans in closer until he's resting his head against Nyx's shoulder, looking over at the cookies on the table and wondering if maybe he should tell Nyx what kind they are first or save them for later. He probably doesn't want to eat right now but it might help him if he did. He hopes Nyx has been eating well since moving out.]

You don't have to tell me the details if you don't want but...I'd like to hear to be able to help.