He was stubborn and contrary, but that was part of what Squall envied about him, weirdly enough. Squall worried so much about what people thought about him and whether he was letting them down. It was something that was a constant struggle for his leadership skills. But there was Seifer, just doing whatever he chose, damn the consequences.

It had many drawbacks, but Squall saw some positives to it.

He didn't mind silence, though. Silence was Squall's comfortable place. He was seated next to the fireplace, sitting on the floor, whittling an attempt at a table leg. He had to pick up some more useful skills here, and wood was one thing not in short supply. Carpentry was the skills he chose, especially because he could burn as kindling bad projects.

Rather than ask Seifer to sit down, Squall shifted a little further away from the chair that was near the fire. It was an olive branch, whether or not he took it.