It was getting cold out, again. But the cold wasn't in the air tonight, at all.

She probably wouldn't want his jacket, if he offered it to her.

"Please, Rikku, don't-" Don't what? He could run after her and catch her, no problem. Hell, he could stop and wait. She'd come around again. But this wasn't the time to let her go. Not lost. You stop following people who are lost, and then you never see them again, and you wonder years down the road if maybe they're alive somewhere, or if anyone ever found the body to bury it-

He kept her in his sight as he followed behind her. Losing her and bound and determined not to lose her, too.

"Wait up?"