[RL with Rufus]

[company_bitch]

Tseng laid Rufus down on top of his bed, then sank down to kneel beside it, his arms still around the President. The man had been unresponsive so far, since Tseng found him in the ruins of the old Tower.

Tired from carrying him, Tseng lowered his forehead to the mattress and curled his fingers tightly in Rufus' jacket, and concentrated on his

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[company_bitch]

Recovering slightly, Tseng raised his head and unclenched one hand from the jacket. Should he get a doctor? Some protective, possessive instinct told him no, that no one should know where Rufus was right at the moment but him.

"Rufus," he murmured softly, but insistently. "Rufus, come back."

[company_bitch]

Tseng felt the twitch, but didn't know if it were just reflexive, or a response. He shifted up onto the bed, pulling the younger man into his arms.

"Rufus, Rufus please. Open your eyes."