And this is where learning to thing about how other people felt came in handy. Maybe he should talk to Irvine about it, he'd at least have enough common sense to understand the situation.

Somehow that hurt almost as much as him admitting just what had happened that night. Nothing else to say? It sure seemed that way. Tears building up in her eyes, she still managed to glare at Squall. "Apparently it doesn't." Glares weren't exactly effective when your lower lip was quivering, but she at least gave a valiant effort. "Then again sometimes I don't think you think anything matters much ever!"

With that she wheeled around as the first tear broke free and headed for the door. As she left, a single downy feather drifted down in her wake and settled to the floor near Squall in what was a pretty telling sign.