"You know, I had the weirdest thought today, Vincent... It was almost like someone just ran up next to me and whispered it in my ear."

You shift uncomfortably across from me in our little booth. I knew it was crazy that you wanted me here today, just us. Once, long ago, I thought it was supposed to be just us against everyone else. I've been thinking that way for a while now. And I think it's crazy when you want me to do something with you. Why do you always call me first? Maybe... it's because we're the same, both you and I.

And I kind of like it that way, too.

"Hmm?" I mummer, half-ignorant of you, yet all the while so intoxicated by you. "What was it?"

"I thought..." Your soft voice wavers and your face lights up with your beautiful smile. You close your eyes, and your eyelashes fan out across your pale cheeks - they're not that pale anymore and there's the slightest hint of red. "I thought... That maybe... everything's not as bad as I thought it once was. Maybe, everything doesn't have to be so damned ugly all the time."

"That's crazy." I can feel my eyebrows rise slightly. That doesn't really surprise me, you thinking that way. You're always so beautiful, especially when you're trying your hardest not to be. "I thought about something today, too, Tifa."

You smile at me and for a moment I can't remember what we're talking about anymore. You're constantly telling me that I'm the one that makes you lose yourself. Guess you didn't know that we're both helplessly lost. That's almost pathetic, you know.

I feel the slightest pull at the edges of my lips. I lean back and hope the shadows cover my face; to no avail, however. The bright sun from our window booth makes our faces glow gold. "I thought that maybe I might just go insane and kill everyone."

You laugh. I think you're about the only one who would laugh at that. "You're the one who's crazy," you whisper.

"Crazy yet suspiciously sensible, don't you think?"

You just smile at me.

I know you think the same.