[A million thoughts ran through Cloud's mind: What? Was the answer that simple? That Zack liked both him and Aerith? How long had he been feeling this about him anyway? About the both of them? Was he really so oblivious to Zack's feelings never to have noticed before?
Once a thought formed, another would immediately follow, only adding to his confusion. But a single thought stuck out: How was he supposed to react to that?
Cloud had never been confessed to before. As a child, other kids his age avoided him and even if he wished that Tifa would look his way, he always turned away when she did, choosing to ignore her instead. While working for Shinra, he didn't have the luxury of making friends too busy making his way up the ladder to join the ranks of SOLDIER. After which, he ended up running into Tifa in Sector 7, helping Avalanche, and hunting Sephiroth down. What was happening to him right now was completely uncharted territory.
He hears Zack before he feels him, his hand reaching out for his. Zack's fingers brush against his skin, the gesture soft and gentle. This had happened to them before in passing when they reached for the same thing over a meal or whenever they handed something off to one another. Cloud never minded it then, never thought twice.
But this time, his first instinct is to pull his hand away as if he had felt a prick of electricity, standing to his full height in the same motion. The chair scrapes against the floor and falls, clattering onto the floor.
Things were different now.
Cloud's arm hangs in the air as he holds Zack's gaze, his eyes wide and questioning. A moment later, he drops it to his side and slowly clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white as his nails dig into his palms.]
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Once a thought formed, another would immediately follow, only adding to his confusion. But a single thought stuck out: How was he supposed to react to that?
Cloud had never been confessed to before. As a child, other kids his age avoided him and even if he wished that Tifa would look his way, he always turned away when she did, choosing to ignore her instead. While working for Shinra, he didn't have the luxury of making friends too busy making his way up the ladder to join the ranks of SOLDIER. After which, he ended up running into Tifa in Sector 7, helping Avalanche, and hunting Sephiroth down. What was happening to him right now was completely uncharted territory.
He hears Zack before he feels him, his hand reaching out for his. Zack's fingers brush against his skin, the gesture soft and gentle. This had happened to them before in passing when they reached for the same thing over a meal or whenever they handed something off to one another. Cloud never minded it then, never thought twice.
But this time, his first instinct is to pull his hand away as if he had felt a prick of electricity, standing to his full height in the same motion. The chair scrapes against the floor and falls, clattering onto the floor.
Things were different now.
Cloud's arm hangs in the air as he holds Zack's gaze, his eyes wide and questioning. A moment later, he drops it to his side and slowly clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white as his nails dig into his palms.]
I don't know what you want me to say.