That little piece of information earned him a smile. As the doors slid open to allow them access to the second floor, Quistis made to exit the elevator compartment, knowing that Irvine needed no indication to follow her.

"The first? I'm flattered." Though the words were said with a small hint of teasing, Quistis really was warmed to know that he had put her at the top of his priorities. It was strange, and perhaps the first time that she had ever been in such a position-- she was so used to being pushed aside, having to deal with her problems on her own because no one ever bothered to give her a lending ear. A new appreciation for the cowboy stemmed inside her.

They neared her dorm room, and with a quick swipe of her keycard, the door slid open with a small 'swish'.

"Make yourself at home." It wasn't much-- a modest-sized room with a bed to one side, a desk and bookshelf to the other.