A day later, Genesis feels better. Maybe Sephiroth was right, and he needed the rest. To lie down after his entire life had made another shift. There was a promise, a kiss, and such tenderness he had forgotten how it felt. If he ever knew it.

But Genesis isn't a tender person.

He knows Sephiroth will hear him, his senses enhance like any other SOLDIER. Still, he walks silently to his encounter, from behind, admiring how Sephiroth's muscles shine under the dim light as if made of stone.

He keeps walking until he's just behind. Wonders about his skin, and how it may look, but the soft light of the caves is merciful, he thinks. Genesis raises his hand and lets the palm touch Sephiroth's back, between his shoulder blades.

"Sephiroth."