Seeing Cloud looking at him like he's crazy isn't really a surprise considering what just happened. But somehow, they both still seem to fall into step again. Enough that Zack has to chuckle again and shake his head a little at the complaint, his own hand coming up to mess with his companion's spikes, of course. Because the way he'd just ran his hand through his hair had totally been an invitation right then and there to copy him, right?

Probably not.

But Zack's still space invading anyway. Because he can.

"Come on, Spike. It's not that hot." Only it is. It totally is and more and he's actually kinda surprised they aren't roasting even more than he feels they should. The sun's definitely making his hair feel like a desert in it of itself, alright. But the low grumble might spell out something different that's bothering Zack right then.