Getting Away from Everyone... Maybe
Stretched out under a tree with his back against the trunk, Tseng held his lover close. First Nero and then Yuffie. He didn't know how much more his lover could take before things became too much. Why were people so quick to accuse them of atrocities that they never commited? It was bad enough that they couldn't save Sephiroth before he went mad, but were others trying to drive Genesis to the same madness?
Sighing, Tseng rubbed his cheek against auburn hair and offered as much love and support as he could.