Cloud shrugs, unfazed by Seifer's aggressive reply. "And nothin'. But Squall'd probably be upset if you collapsed from exhaustion. N'then I'd have to deal with it."

Of course, he cares a lot more than he's making it sound, but he - and, he suspects, Seifer - is more comfortable at arm's length when it comes to people he isn't close to. Or, in this case, barely knows.