Rikku took a huge gulp of the wine, and curled up against him. "It was when he mentioned you," she said. "It was ... we ... I was angry, and I hated him, and I had my gun out, and Tseng said ... Tseng mentioned you. Us finding something. And that was ..."

Snuggling in. Warm and safe and he was alive. Okay. "... You were more important than ... how much I hated him, right then."

Even if she had been sure he was dead.