Day 47: Sun Room [2nd shift]

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Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room. He told himself it was so that he could watch the bulletin, him still being fairly new and needing all the information he could get, but the thought rang hollow.

The real reason he was here, he knew, was because he would be out there. Maybe it was weak of him, but he needed a chance to breathe. Ever since he'd arrived it had been nothing but one shock after another, and seeing Zack standing in the cafeteria that morning talking to Aerith had been the final card that caused his tower to crumble. He needed to just sit back somewhere out of the way and start rebuilding.

Being able to watch the bulletin from here was just a perk. Cloud made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, watching people come and go but not really paying attention to them. He took the time to try and rate this on a scale of the biggest messes he'd ever gotten thrown into.

(for Sheena)

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Sam sat, watching the exchange before him. It was probably...impolite to do that; he felt as if he should've given them some privacy, but Bella had asked him to stay and it was just, well. Curiosity-inducing. Who were they to each other? They looked about the same age, high school or maybe just fresh out of. He wondered if they'd arrived here at the same time, if there were any weird time discrepancies between them, too.

He watched Edward leave, uncertain what to make of any of this. Still, it obviously had nothing to do with him, so he pushed it out of his mind and turned back to the conversation.

"No, it's fine." He flashed a small smile. "I'm kind of from everywhere, I've moved a lot. I guess I spent the longest in California."

He would never call it home, though maybe once upon a time he did, but it was a better answer than Kansas, a place that never registered as anything other than just one more place on the map. Things had happened there, he knew that, and it was important to Dean, but for him? He couldn't say the same.