Cloud worked himself up good all right. As soon as he relaxed, the knot that was starting to form in Zack's gut released as well. Maybe Cloud wouldn't get over these thoughts in a single day. However, now that Zack knew they still persisted, he would do his best to help him get over them. It was the least that he could do.

Now for Zack it really was a mixture of the alcohol and emotions running a little wild and loose. That and, again, it had really been a long time since he'd had any sort of contact of this nature. Cloud maybe wouldn't forgive him for it tomorrow, but Zack closed the distance readily enough. That gentle, tentative brush of lips becomes something more deliberate from him.