You make the ever-so-very-sore shuffle out of the elevator and into your penthouse proper, noting that Cid wasn’t present like he usually was. You mean, you’d expected him to be gone for a while - right on through until your first “meeting”, in fact - but boy howdy did you wish he had a cold one on standby for your return! Now you had to get one from the fridge yourself! What kind of bullshit was that?