[Seifer’s words had little doubts crawling into Zell’s mind. Had Seifer just kissed him because he had kissed Seifer? Had Seifer just responded with a kiss because it was a more pleasant outcome than a punch? But Seifer’s hand was still on Zell’s warm cheek, had pulled him close, so now Zell had no idea what to think.]

I… [There was hesitation on Zell’s part as he thought of ways to play this off so the tattoo blonde wouldn’t end up getting hurt.] I’m tired and I do really stupid things when I’m tired. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that….