"I trust you," said Rinoa softly.

What she didn't know was if she trusted herself. Or whether Squall felt that way too. Despite saving her from prison, he seemed distant. She hesitated for a moment, but Rinoa couldn't suppress her emotions. That was her problem now: she was mired in them. And vulnerable, but that was okay; she trusted Squall however vulnerable she was.

"Are we okay?" she asked, and instead of waiting for a reply, she leaned up to kiss him. That would give her an answer.