[Funny how that works, isn't it; the people above and the people below. Not the system he built or had any hand in, but the one that the world was crafted into, the one he's inherited and is now poised to make his own. Or at least, what he'd been doing prior to his rather rude awakening on this makeshift beach, relegated to a nameless faceless citizen like all the rest.

If there's a stalled moment that passes between when Wriothesley makes his implicit offer and when Rufus moves to accept it, it's only because he's just realized he can't remember the last time he actually sat...next to someone. That's the odd thing about primacy; even implicitly, you aren't usually positioned as being on the same level as anyone else.]

...Ah. Too busy working, then.

[That's the excuse Tseng would give for an explanation like that, he thinks, and has to wonder why the thought of Tseng had crossed his mind at all. A later consideration; right now, it's better just to sink into the sand, silently grateful for the illusion of company.]

Well. That or preternaturally bad timing. But I'm not sure I'm aware of anyone that unlucky.