make amends
Zack stared at the door. This was ridiculous, and he knew it. He'd been standing in front of the door for the better part of a minute, staring at it like an idiot, and his hands were sweating under the leather of his gloves. This was supposed to be a good thing, and still could turn out that way; there was no reason to act as though he were facing his own execution.
It still hurt to walk, a little, and that decided him. His Cure materia was still in the bracer he'd left on the bedside table. No reason not to speed the healing process along. Pushing the door open, he shuffled through, peeking in cautiously.
It still hurt to walk, a little, and that decided him. His Cure materia was still in the bracer he'd left on the bedside table. No reason not to speed the healing process along. Pushing the door open, he shuffled through, peeking in cautiously.