Rude doesn't need to say shit, because he can see where those eyes are goin' at his hair, and also, when you spend your years with a guy who's got a daily quota of three words max, you get used to figuring out the silence.
"Eh." He sounds more casual than he feels. "Coupla months."
A beat, before something occurs to him. His eyes narrow. "What do you remember? You even know I was missing?"
Don't tell him his partner's got the wacky memory problems Shinra's poster boy SOLDIER does, 'cause he cannot deal with that bullshit right now. He needs someone else who remembers that the late President kicked off and Sector 7 is a pile of rubble. Which, mostly, he's just kinda not been thinking about (much), but seeing Rude here is sort of...you know. Memory lane.
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"Eh." He sounds more casual than he feels. "Coupla months."
A beat, before something occurs to him. His eyes narrow. "What do you remember? You even know I was missing?"
Don't tell him his partner's got the wacky memory problems Shinra's poster boy SOLDIER does, 'cause he cannot deal with that bullshit right now. He needs someone else who remembers that the late President kicked off and Sector 7 is a pile of rubble. Which, mostly, he's just kinda not been thinking about (much), but seeing Rude here is sort of...you know. Memory lane.