He tried to be as careful as possible as he settled on the couch and shifted Sephiroth against him. He tugged until the blanket could be wrapped around them both and their bare skin was touching. He hissed in slight shock as his partner's cold skin settled on his own, but he knew that it was needed to help the ex-General.

Using his feet, he made certain that the blanket covered them both, but he was mostly concerned about keeping Sephiroth safe and warm with him. He also couldn't help but sense a little of the odd sensations that wafted down their wavering link, and it caused him to pass his fingers through some of Sephiroth's hair.

"Take as long as you need," he murmured as he settled comfortably. Seeing his Weapon in such a state welled a sense of protectiveness that he often felt for those he cared about. He sighed heavily, nestling his nose in his Weapon's hair before sliding a hand around to settle on the stitched wound. "Yes, but I'm taking care of that person as I took care of Tifa before that."