It was getting hard to tell sometimes.
Her hand snaked around his waist and he guessed it was Jenova at the controls because she tended to move like she was still tentacles in liquid even though she now had bones and skin in a labcoat.
He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. Jenova liked the little chivalrous touches; Lucrecia was too much a feminist to enjoy them.
She brushed her fingers over his lips appreciatively. He had guessed right. He turned to her, smiling into her soft face, and kissed her on the lips.
“Dinner tonight for Valentines?” he asked her.
“I thought you and Lucrecia had plans,” she answered.
“I’ll skip lunch, then. No reason I can’t see you both. It’s not as if she minds sharing.”
