[ action post + phone call to Zack ]

[iluphone]

[ Kunsel's feeling better. Given the state he was in before, though, pretty much anything is better in comparison. But he's clean, he's (arguably) fed, and he's called Angeal back to tell Angeal where to find him. (He's at Kira's cafe now, Angie.) So, he's better. The chocobo egg is clean now too, and he's got it swaddled in a towel Kira was kind

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[neverwinged]

[Known for taking naps in odd, high places, the intricate rooftop of Seventh Heaven wasn't exactly the most comfortable spot, and slightly chilly, but it would do. Rooftops were known for their ability to be unfrequented, and when a few moments of alone time were needed, a cool breeze was only a minor inconvenience

[iluphone]

[ Kunsel cracks a smile when he hears Zack's voice. He can't help it. No matter how much goes to shit in the world, Zack's still the miracle of his life. Just getting Zack back as a friend after all these years of waiting keeps a little bit of hope and faith alive in Kunsel, even in the face of everything else that's wrong. His voice is still a little scratchy when he speaks, but he's got some of his strength back. ]

Hey there, beautiful. Did I wake you up? Sounds windy. ...you're not sleeping outside again, are you? You're gonna catch a cold.

[ When he first picked up the phone to call, Kunsel fully intended not to hold back and and tell Zack straight up where he's been, but... After hearing Zack's voice, he just wants to hold on to that peace a little longer. Just a little longer. He's reluctant to speak of it at all, and with each passing second his reluctance grows, but...

...he could really use is best friend right now. And he knows he can count on Zack, no matter what.]

[neverwinged]

[If anybody else had called him to lecture him on the dangers of sleeping outside, Zack would've begun wondering if they were hiding something potentially important from him. Distracting him from the main issue, and the like. More often than not, Zack fell for it.

But not necessarily with Kunsel. He was the type of friend who called for no reason like that. There had been several instances in the past where Kunsel had called for the specific purpose of telling Zack that he'd just walked up eleven flights of stairs without breaking a sweat, and other such random information. So he didn't mind it this time, it was one of those things he'd missed all these years.]

I'm on a roof.

[Catching a cold is quite honestly the least of his worries. Any injury from that day had healed, though if he focused on it then he would eventually feel the familiar aches. The wing still tugged at his shoulder, though now he could move it a little properly to shield his bare skin from the wind's chill. Hell, he'd gone through worse than the sniffles

THE GUILT. IT IS OVERWHELMING.

[iluphone]

What, Cloud didn't have a guest room? Tell him it's okay. I'll build you a nice comfy puppy house if I ever drop by for a visit.

[ Kunsel manages a quiet, breathless little laugh at the image, shaking his head a little at the mental image of Zack napping on a roof somewhere. He holds on to the peaceful image, managing to keep it for a few brief seconds before it's adulterated by the things Kunsel witnessed on the farm, and Kunsel flinches away from the thought. He keeps imagining horrible things he doesn't want to think about but envisions all the same. Terrible images of Chloe and Billy, of Bill trying to save them and Kunsel just not being there when they needed him. Of Sion, of their last mission, the deafening sound of the shotgun blast. And, for some reason, Zack. Hurt, alone, dying somewhere. It's just his imagination, because his attack that day. It's just his imagination, he knows. But that doesn't make it any less numbing, and less frightening. He can't seem to shake the feeling that even though they're all here now, he