Safer, much safer, though Seifer's still withdrawn and wary. Casting the stranger a sideways glance. It isn't necessarily a conversation he wants to have, but one that's been thrust upon them all. Suppose it's his turn for the grilling, given he's already taken advantage of his own. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pocket, one which closes comfortingly over the utility knife Tony had made for him. Not for a weapon, not at all, merely an anchor. Something solid to hold while he tried not to think too much about the nausea roiling in his gut.

"Yeah. Rinoa. She's here." And yes, they were indeed living together. It might be more accurate to posit that he was living with her, but minor irrelevant details. They were sharing a roof despite that memory. Shockingly.

Funny how they could manage to set that aside given their shared history. "Why?"