Watching a sleeping person was not the most exciting thing in the world. Luckily he had a few sparse possessions smuggled in to him from his friends on the outside. He was deeply immersed in the adventures of Don Quixote, his eyes glancing up every now and then to make sure Squall was still breathing normally. He would have to wake up Squall eventually to get him to eat but he really didn't like to do that yet. The poor guy deserved some sleep after all he went through.

He could hear someone coming and glanced up. He smiled, relieved to see a friendly face. Seifer marked the place in his book and got to his feet. He grabbed Zell by the hand and pulled him into the cell. "I'm really glad you're here, Zell," he said in a sincere tone. "Thanks for bringing all this stuff. Just put it down wherever. Keep your voice down too, okay? Squall's still asleep." He nodded to the brunette curled up on the lower bunk.