[She tucks her hair back when she senses what he's doing, and there's a brief moment of silence as she watches his expression carefully, noticing the subtle changes as his fingers run over the chain.
There it is again, that pang of guilt. That little seed of doubt.
But she ignores it and slowly, she slides her glove from her hand so that she can finally reach up and press the warmth of her palm against his cheek. Tifa rises up on her tiptoes, but that's as far as she gets before she hesitates, and with a small, unsure noise, she drops back down to the balls of her feet as her other hand clasps around her pendant.]
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There it is again, that pang of guilt. That little seed of doubt.
But she ignores it and slowly, she slides her glove from her hand so that she can finally reach up and press the warmth of her palm against his cheek. Tifa rises up on her tiptoes, but that's as far as she gets before she hesitates, and with a small, unsure noise, she drops back down to the balls of her feet as her other hand clasps around her pendant.]
Yeah. I know. We got this, yeah...? We always do.