Opening the closet, Cloud widened his eyes as he dropped his luggage, a faint sliver of amusement welling up within him by the time Leon stepped into the room and arched a brow. He looked at the vast amount of clothing and turned around to look at the older man.
"Something the matter?"
The blond raked his hand through his hair.
"I guess I don't ever need to buy white shirts again."
Leon looked down at the empty tray.
"Where'd all the cookies go?"
"No one knows," Cloud replied, crossing his arms against his chest. "They're gone."
Sighing, Leon strode up to the other and handed him the keys to the gummi ship, also laying out the blueprints the committee had recently purchased from a nearby architect. Just as he was about to leave the room, however, he raised his finger and swiped it across Cloud's lips in record time.
"You missed a spot."
Cloud nodded towards the retreating figure. "He's a good kid—he might really be able to stop the ascension of the heartless."
"I don't doubt it."
"Then, what gives? Did we run out of supplies?"
Maintaining his silence, the gunblader watched Sora disappear into the fading light and laid Lionhart at rest, pulling off his gloves as the other sheathed his blade, as well. The inquiry hung faintly in the air, not ever demanding, but it was a firm solid pressure that complimented the expectant stance of the younger man, who followed him into the interior of the committee building sans words. The latter allowed him the liberty to properly gather his thoughts before he chose to overlook the issue, and dismissal was entirely out of the question due to the lack of supposed restraint. Slowly, Leon finished gathering up last week's blueprints and sighed, not after he perceived that push had meant pull in every aspect of the scenario.
"Would we be able to stop them?"
"It depends, in terms of technicality," said being replied, his voice somehow loud after the void. "But I already know we will.
"It's not about confidence, but about knowing what you already have—and in that regard, we already have everything we need."
Leon tightened his grip on the documents as soon as his counterpart's gaze landed on him at the aforementioned statement. He lost for the first time that day, his lips gradually tugging upwards at the arched brow.
"It's not." Cloud reciprocated the action.
"Believe me, it isn't."
"I think you're wearing my pants."
Leon sighed. "And I think you're wearing mine."
There was a pause.
"No, we're not."
"No, we're not."
"We've passed this grove thirteen times."
"No—it's just part of the scenery."
"Are you serious?"
"What does it look like?"
"Well, is the broken gummi ship supposed to be part of the repetitive scenery?"
" … Wait: Do you hear that?"
"I think it's … yeah, it is."
"The sound of absolute silence."
" … It's obvious that future missions together are out of the question."