[Her fingers go into his hair, curling through and cradling him as if letting go would mean him slipping away from her again, and when she feels him ease against her, she buckles a little and lowers them to the bed to sit... where she can hold him properly.
And they remain like that for as long as he needs, Tifa fighting back her own tears and sobs while she continues uttering reassuring words to him until, finally, she has to ask.]
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And they remain like that for as long as he needs, Tifa fighting back her own tears and sobs while she continues uttering reassuring words to him until, finally, she has to ask.]
You really don't know what happened?