[There was a soft chuckle, and a hand resting on Tifa's shoulder with a reassuring sort of squeeze offered-]

Don't worry- I got worse than that when I was thirty years younger and blond.

[Jack tended to not even notice it half the time back then- and sometimes even now when he was busy, head half buried and focused into whatever he might've been doing at the time.]

Of course back then, they slapped me on posters and just about anything else.

[All spoken lightly- he could deal with the attention and wouldn't stop him from dropping by.]