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Mastered Materia

Every time there was a storm, Zack found himself thinking back to when he'd first met Vincent, mostly frozen and mind tormented. He'd never tell Vincent how hard it had been to look but not touch, and the few times he'd given in for small moments of contact had only been fuel to the fire.

There had been a moment of absolute silence when Vincent had revealed his entire story - Zack didn't have a single word to express the anger and relief that threatened to overwhelm him. Mainly he was upset that he had escaped but left another to suffer. And he was relieved to not have to explain anything at all.

Though Vincent never said Cloud's name, Zack had figured that much out, too - their friend was just too far gone, better surrounded by nurses than ghosts of his past. They visited now and then, from a distance.

The sky rumbled - a summer storm was blowing in. Zack looked across the garden to where Vincent was fussing over dirt in his metal hand, the usual.

"We should get inside," Zack said, looking at the dark clouds approaching. If nothing else, it would be a good opportunity for a quick grope.

"Why bother?" Vincent asked. "We may as well stay out here. It's not like the neighbors will see."

It was nice sometimes, having someone who seemed to be able to know his every thought.