Don't envy him too much, Squall. Those consequences have certainly knocked him down a few pegs, not that it's something he'll admit to any time soon. At least he mustered up enough sense to accept the peace offering of a warm place to huddle while the storm raged outside. Even if it was in one of most awkward situations possible.

Though he was right, there were some positives. Many negatives. Perhaps with luck one day Seifer will learn to walk that precarious balance with more grace.

For a long, silent while Seifer just watched. Listening to the sound of the storm rage outside and Squall working. Woodcarving. That wasn't... exactly anything he'd have ever expected. There were a lot of questions running through his head, some more rude than others, but he just kept finding himself fixated on the wood carving. Garden didn't teach them a lot of useful skills outside of combat and warfare related situations.

"When did you learn that?" He finally asked, moving just a little more into the room to accept the chair. He knew an olive branch when he saw one, and if Squall was going to tolerate his presence long enough for the storm to pass perhaps he shouldn't toss it aside recklessly.