Cloud doesn't move when she reaches out, but just lowers his head and sighs in defeat. Of course, no matter what he does, any blame usually gets placed on her shoulders, and he has gotten into some arguments behind closed doors with the higher staff when the punishment is misplaced. He's well aware that his own actions put Tifa through enough grief, unintentional as they are. She doesn't need it from other people.]
Yeah, I know. [There's some slight defeat in his tone, but he does look back up at her with a faint shadow of a smile. It's a miracle that she's tolerated him for as long as she has. Tifa is the closest thing he has to a real actual friend, and yet, a part of him wishes that she wasn't bound to him by duty. She's so amazing and understanding and patient and to have to be tied to him like this must be stifling.
At least that's what he thinks. She could be doing so much more if it weren't for him.
But at least this time, it's not just a flight of wanderlust that's struck him. It's more or less a real mission in his mind and he doesn't want her to get hurt. Or worse, have her deal with whatever's happening to him.
Cloud moves his hand such that his fingers graze her own. He's never liked it when she follows him. Sometimes it necessary but out here where titles don't mean anything, it just doesn't feel right.]
Sorry. It's just... [He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze and wincing a little. He's not in pain in particular, but the helmet is uncomfortable.] It's something I don't know that I can talk about yet. But, sure.
[And then, a little more energetically and looking her in the eyes:] Guess I could use some company...
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Cloud doesn't move when she reaches out, but just lowers his head and sighs in defeat. Of course, no matter what he does, any blame usually gets placed on her shoulders, and he has gotten into some arguments behind closed doors with the higher staff when the punishment is misplaced. He's well aware that his own actions put Tifa through enough grief, unintentional as they are. She doesn't need it from other people.]
Yeah, I know. [There's some slight defeat in his tone, but he does look back up at her with a faint shadow of a smile. It's a miracle that she's tolerated him for as long as she has. Tifa is the closest thing he has to a real actual friend, and yet, a part of him wishes that she wasn't bound to him by duty. She's so amazing and understanding and patient and to have to be tied to him like this must be stifling.
At least that's what he thinks. She could be doing so much more if it weren't for him.
But at least this time, it's not just a flight of wanderlust that's struck him. It's more or less a real mission in his mind and he doesn't want her to get hurt. Or worse, have her deal with whatever's happening to him.
Cloud moves his hand such that his fingers graze her own. He's never liked it when she follows him. Sometimes it necessary but out here where titles don't mean anything, it just doesn't feel right.]
Sorry. It's just... [He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze and wincing a little. He's not in pain in particular, but the helmet is uncomfortable.] It's something I don't know that I can talk about yet. But, sure.
[And then, a little more energetically and looking her in the eyes:] Guess I could use some company...