Wedge makes a soft sound, somewhere between curious and dismissive. Had he passed out? He must have because he doesn't remember hitting the ground but he was able to focus so quickly on Cloud's voice it's all a little strange and surreal. The specifics don't really matter, though. Not when he's in Cloud's arms, curled against his chest, eyes closed against the lingering dizziness.
His lips curve into a faint smile, not just because of being held so protectively but because of the ease with which Cloud calls their little cottage home. It's a change he's not even sure Cloud has noticed. When Wedge had first arrived it wasn't home, it was just some place he'd been staying, not unlike Marle's place had been. But now? Now it is something more like a home for both of them... maybe even more than his own place in Sector 7 had been. Even if the lack of cats makes it feel empty when Cloud isn't home.
Wedge blinks slowly once they're inside, humming his contentment to be home and leaning into Cloud enough that it may well make it a bit difficult for the blond to put him down. Reluctantly he disentangles himself from the other man, grateful for the dim lighting in their bedroom compared to the violently bright snow outside. It means he can actually open his eyes, no longer squinting or forced to hide against Cloud's chest. When fingers touch that wound though he does wince slightly. "It's okay, man. No big deal... promise." As much as it would be easy to take that as a dismissal, always downplaying the importance of anything that happens to him, it is a very minor wound.
He does reach out to gently extract his bandanna from one of Cloud's hands, frowning as he looks at the ragged hole torn into one end. "After everything else I can't believe it's this place that finally ended up ruining this thing..." Something minor in the grand scheme of things but it's the symbolism of the thing, a mark of who he is, where he belongs, a sign of unity with the rest of his team. And... even if it was only for a short time.... that included Cloud.
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His lips curve into a faint smile, not just because of being held so protectively but because of the ease with which Cloud calls their little cottage home. It's a change he's not even sure Cloud has noticed. When Wedge had first arrived it wasn't home, it was just some place he'd been staying, not unlike Marle's place had been. But now? Now it is something more like a home for both of them... maybe even more than his own place in Sector 7 had been. Even if the lack of cats makes it feel empty when Cloud isn't home.
Wedge blinks slowly once they're inside, humming his contentment to be home and leaning into Cloud enough that it may well make it a bit difficult for the blond to put him down. Reluctantly he disentangles himself from the other man, grateful for the dim lighting in their bedroom compared to the violently bright snow outside. It means he can actually open his eyes, no longer squinting or forced to hide against Cloud's chest. When fingers touch that wound though he does wince slightly. "It's okay, man. No big deal... promise." As much as it would be easy to take that as a dismissal, always downplaying the importance of anything that happens to him, it is a very minor wound.
He does reach out to gently extract his bandanna from one of Cloud's hands, frowning as he looks at the ragged hole torn into one end. "After everything else I can't believe it's this place that finally ended up ruining this thing..." Something minor in the grand scheme of things but it's the symbolism of the thing, a mark of who he is, where he belongs, a sign of unity with the rest of his team. And... even if it was only for a short time.... that included Cloud.