Celes's smile turned bitter as she thought to herself, It's not only duty driving Andros. Feeling suddenly disappointed, Celes tried to divert their conversation and sighed in relief when Ales did not notice. They catch up for a long while, but the heavy feeling did not even go away long after their call ended.
That evening, as Celes returned from the healer’s quarters, her hands full of medical journals and notes, she was met by Andros’s barely-contained frustration. He was sitting with a bouquet of flowers, his eyes expectantly happy.
Why is he here?
"What's the occasion?" she asked, her voice neutral.
Andros went pale. "Today is our wedding anniversary," he said, his voice tight.
Celes realized why he had been asking Ales about what gift she would like.
"Oh. I'm sorry. It slipped my mind," she admitted honestly.
Andros's expression darkened.
"Of course it did. Too busy with your damn job to remember our anniversary," he snapped.
What seemed like a sweet moment quickly devolved into another argument.