[Something flips in Tifa's stomach then. It's a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation, and at last, there's that hit of guilt that she had been waiting for. She wondered when it would come, and didn't think it would be so soon, but hearing him talk like that... Hearing him wish he had held it back, or kept himself in check... She wasn't much better about it, vulnerable or not, and it's just as much her fault as it is his. Her fault that he's now feeling what she can only interpret as regret...
Their fault for what, though? At the time, he seemed so sure that he wanted it, and she was certain she did too, so why is she suddenly thinking like this?
Of all the things to come out of that, it shouldn't be this.]
You didn't do anything wrong.
[Neither of them did... or so she'll try telling herself.]
I...
[Wanted it, too. That small part of her that held her gaze on him whenever he wandered too close, or that had her linger in his presence a little too long... That part had seen and felt something with him. It was at the tree, when he couldn't place her, and when he started to disappear right before her eyes... It was then that she realized that he had become someone special...
But she can't say that, can she? Because did this even mean anything? Through all the emotions that they exchanged tonight, can they say that it was anything more than just two people seeking comfort in each other?
It's probably better this way.
She breaks off the thought with a shake of her head, and rolls away from him, her head falling back against the pillow instead of his shoulder. Tifa feels as if she's imposing on him again, pressing further than she needs to.]
Me too. Both of us... but... [He's so much better with words than she is right now.] I know I was vulnerable, and there were a lot of emotions, but I think we both knew what we were getting into.
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Their fault for what, though? At the time, he seemed so sure that he wanted it, and she was certain she did too, so why is she suddenly thinking like this?
Of all the things to come out of that, it shouldn't be this.]
You didn't do anything wrong.
[Neither of them did... or so she'll try telling herself.]
I...
[Wanted it, too. That small part of her that held her gaze on him whenever he wandered too close, or that had her linger in his presence a little too long... That part had seen and felt something with him. It was at the tree, when he couldn't place her, and when he started to disappear right before her eyes... It was then that she realized that he had become someone special...
But she can't say that, can she? Because did this even mean anything? Through all the emotions that they exchanged tonight, can they say that it was anything more than just two people seeking comfort in each other?
It's probably better this way.
She breaks off the thought with a shake of her head, and rolls away from him, her head falling back against the pillow instead of his shoulder. Tifa feels as if she's imposing on him again, pressing further than she needs to.]
Me too. Both of us... but... [He's so much better with words than she is right now.] I know I was vulnerable, and there were a lot of emotions, but I think we both knew what we were getting into.