[Rufus followed Rude back to his apartment, making himself comfortable on the couch as he sent a message to Tseng and Reno letting them know about the change in his schedule.]
[Once they were safely closed away in Rude's apartment he immediately started shedding his clothes. Why should he be self-conscious of changing in front of the boss? Before he even makes it down the hall toward his room his coat had been hung up on the back of a hook on his front door, the gloves were tossed on a counter with his tie, and his shirt was half unbottoned.]
Go into the kitchen. Middle hanging cabinet has water bottles. Fill two with cool, not cold, tap water.
[Rufus only let his gaze linger for a moment on his way to the kitchen to find the water bottles. It would be nice to go for a run- he hadn't had the chance to do this since before he became President. After that night, everything changed and he had very little time to do anything, let alone have time like that for himself.]
It's been a while since I've had the time to do this, it will be good to get out again.
[Rude's voice comes from down the hall toward his bedroom as he changes. Soon enough he's returning in workout pants that both managed to cling to his legs, but allow him to move easily, and in a t-shirt that didn't cover too much. He moves to join Rufus, reaching into a drawer and pulls out some protein bars.]
[Which wasn't to say Rufus hadn't been as well. Just that Rude was abundantly trained in the practice of seeing things. Which was what led him to pocket his keys and guide Rufus out and to the sidewalk.]
[Well, yes, he at least knows how to move well. And when Rude has appraised that, he jogs quickly to catch up. He has to adjust his stride to keep a pace that Rufus would be able to match.]
Drink when your mouth feels dry. Otherwise, regularly. You never drink as much as you should. Most don't.
[Rufus appreciated that Rude adjusted his pace for him. He knew he had to start slow at first. He would get his stamina back soon enough. He fell into his stride, letting his thoughts drift for a bit.
After 40 minutes he was starting to feel a bit winded, annoyed that he was so out of shape.]
[Rufus gratefully sank onto the bench, opening the bottle of water to take a drink to give himself a few moments without embarrassing himself breathing heavily.]
This is ridiculous.
[There was no amusement in his voice, his lips set into a thin line.]
[Rude reaches out and puts a hand on Rufus's shoulder, gaze weighty. For Reno it would be a reassuring gesture, an unspoken 'I'm here for you.' He had no clue if it would carry the same meaning to Rufus. After all, he doesn't know the President like the man apparently knows him.]
Small steps. Each day you get further. Go faster. Feel stronger. Some days you rest, let your muscles recover. But don't look back beyond yesterday. Yesterday is where you start from. Didn't jog at all then. Jogged some today. Tomorrow you look back at today and yesterday. See you came farther. Don't compare further back than that. Not for at least a month. Got it?
[A whole speech. A pep talk. As much as Rude ever gave.]
[Rufus didn't flinch or pull away when Rude put a hand on his shoulder. He wasn't going to tell Rude that Rude had been one of the most patient ones when it came to helping him with the bandages on the bad days. Rude had always been quiet company when he had just needed someone in the same room as him without having to talk.
He knew that Rude wasn't just telling him this to make him feel better and he nodded, his expression serious.]
Thank you, Rude. I knew I could trust you with this.
[Well, of course he could. Tseng was the big picture guy. Reno was the free spirit, as it were. Rude was the practical one. Earth to the water of Tseng, shaping the world around him. Stone to the electricity of Reno, dancing this way and that. Why he had fire he had no clue.
So he just nods. Good to know the words were taken seriously.]
We'll make a plan. Training schedule. Stick to it.
[He rolled his right foot in a circle to test if it felt sore. There was a twinge of something in his heel but it wasn't anything that hurt thankfully.]
Almost every day, if possible. Perhaps earlier in the morning before I have to start work for the day.
I guess. I thought I was out of my mind. He ordered a real sexy-named shot and everything. Took it with me like a champ.
[ who would've thought? sephiroth, a party animal. it's a pity he'd lost him in the crowd, somewhere around the time he was bawling in a bathroom stall... yeah, uh. let's not think about that. ]
Wha—nooo. Nonono. If he'd gone nuts on me, you'd know. Trust me.
[ Besides the obvious part where he'd have a gaping hole through his gut, but also the part where he'd tell Rude, Rufus, Tseng—literally the entire network. Just put out a distress call: SOS, SEPHS LOST HIS SHIT.
Then again, you don't have to be a psycho killer to do what's been done to Reno. evidently. ]
[Rufus slipped his phone out of his pocket to check the time before setting it aside to take another drink of water.]
I have around an hour and a half. I usually am in the office around 10 but this morning got off to a late start.
[And it wasn't like anyone at his office was going to call him out whenever he decided to come in. He laid out his terms from the first day about what he expected.]
[Rude sighs and returns to the slow process of finishing removing hte knots and then starting to gather Reno's hair into his hands to start the braiding.]
[Sephiroth probably isn't fire resistant. Rude could mess him up. Maybe. Probably not. But he'd try. For a while he's silent, though, his fingers slowly working the braid into Reno's hair. It's not as impressive as it would be if Reno let more of his hair grow to real length, but it's nice enough.]
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