I think it's cold out. I think. Everyone seems to be cold. Tifa wore a jacket today, when she went shopping. I wanted to go with, but decided not to, for reasons that I can't seem to put into words. It's hard to focus.

Cid was unloading cargo and working around the ship today. It was very interesting.

We got to have meatballs for dinner. They were very delicious.

Went into town with Cid, today.

It was colder than I had anticipated. I had thought that I wouldn't feel the cold so severely, since I'd been so uneffected earlier. I was wrong. I had gone numb from the cold and my uncontrollable shivering before I realized how cold I was. Cid realized it before me. He let me borrow his jacket, taking my cloak in turn. I swear I didn't want to. It was never my intention for Cid to suffer in my stead, or for him to experience any discomfort at all. I was - am - disappointed in myself.

I had thought that after that, it would all go down hill from there; that the expedition wasn't salvageable after such an error on my part. I was pleasantly surprised. I was even happy.

The first thing we did when we entered the town proper was find ourselves some sort of clothing store. Or rather Cid shoved me in unceremoniously and began to shake off the thin dusting of snow, claiming that I was to buy myself a decent coat for cold weather.

I had to give back his parka. I really liked it. It was warm and comfortable, and smelled like everything Cid does. In one pocket, there was a cheap lighter and a napkin with a number written on it.

I got another one. It's blue, and very thick. The hood has fake fur on it, but I don't mind. Cid made me put it on before we left, and jerked the hood over my head. It felt good.

We bought lunch. I had some sort of cheesy casserole. It was very good. I had my first coke in a long time. I think I'd missed it. We didn't talk much, except for Cid wondering what problem I had with my casserole, because I had flipped it over. I'm not sure.

There wasn't much talking between the gun shop and the mechanic's, but there was a good silence that I appreciated. I bought a few more rounds for some of my older models, and bought more materials for recalibrating my pistols - they always take more effort to maintain. I remember that. That they always take more effort to maintain.

I got the lubricant I needed for the joints on my left hand - they'd been sticking and catching for a bit, probably from my carelessness. It even happened at lunch - I got stuck on a cup. I hope this clears it up. I don't want to have anyone take a look at it.

Today was a good day. I am most definitely in Cid's debt, but I don't mind it.

I think I'll have to take my coat off soon.

We hit him. We hurt him.

What have I become?



I'm disgusting.