Squall leaned his arms on the balcony railing and watched all the people start filing in. It was getting packed, a complete full house.

Zell continually surprised him, almost everyday, with the thoughtfulness that he had for everything that involved the two of them. Honestly sometimes Squall felt like Zell deserved someone better than him since he was terrible at these sorts of things. Did he deserve this little slice of happiness? But there was a little piece of his heart that was growing in pride at the thought that Zell was his.

"Then maybe we'll make a habit of this." He replied, genuinely happy.

The lights flickered low as the start of the concert began and instantly Squall recognized the beginning notes. His favorite. His eyes widened in surprise, because usually the tickets were incredibly hard to get.

It wasn't often that Squall Leonhart felt a giddy little thrill of excitement at something. But he sure was feeling it right now.

"Zell." He said, almost not believing it and needing confirmation.