[She lets out a small, fondly exasperated scoff, shaking her head at his complaint. Honestly, this man. He's endured much worse pain getting a whack to the head from his tutor Cid than what she just did. Still, it's apparent that whatever he's planning on doing, he'd like to get to it soon, so Tifa just grips his hand in a squeeze in silent encouragement.
It reminds her a little bit of when they were children, and he'd lead the way toward something he'd want to show her in the hopes it'd impress her. She wonders if that's the case again today.]
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It reminds her a little bit of when they were children, and he'd lead the way toward something he'd want to show her in the hopes it'd impress her. She wonders if that's the case again today.]
You got it.