They met at the Honeybee Inn – where else were they going to be able to safely meet with the whole Shinra building still bugged to hell by their father?

Lazard found the meeting place funny – charming in its way. Rufus didn’t see the humor. But Lazard chuckled and shook his head. He unbuttoned Rufus’ coat for him, and then his shirt, brushing still-gloved fingers over his chest.

“You can relax, little brother,” he cooed. “Maybe a smile? No one’s going to disturb us here.”

Rufus’ pensive frown remained a moment longer, but then he smiled, and Lazard kissed his lips.