[He honestly had paid very little mind when she walked away with the sheets, instead wondering what could have caused that strange darkness...and why did it have to ruin the mood. Doubts start to play in his mind, but when he glances over to where Tifa stands, it all fades like shadows in the light and he's briefly stunned, mind completely blank.
Until she looks back at him and her face colors before she's rushing off. It's only when the sheets are thrown unceremoniously over that he realizes what happened, and he only barely manages to hold back the chuckle until after she leaves.]
Take your time.
[But as he pulls off the covers and stares out into the now empty room, he feels...strange. Of course this entire night had been strange, a culmination of so many different emotions and thoughts, of uncertainties. Desires. He's had his resolve frayed and tossed out, new ones struggling to latch on before they're tested and tossed away. Thinking back on everything he felt and did...was he really that weak? Or was it actually fine?
One thing's for certain—her absence is much more noticeable and it only makes him waver, the path he should take once clear now blurred.
It'll be some time before he heads down, washed up and fully dressed. Running a hand through his still tousled hair (he never cared much about it to begin with), he greets the dogs who meet him before looking around. He could already smell the warm, delicious aroma of breakfast so he makes his way to the kitchen, and when he sees her there he's briefly reminded of the night she cooked dinner for them.]
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Until she looks back at him and her face colors before she's rushing off. It's only when the sheets are thrown unceremoniously over that he realizes what happened, and he only barely manages to hold back the chuckle until after she leaves.]
Take your time.
[But as he pulls off the covers and stares out into the now empty room, he feels...strange. Of course this entire night had been strange, a culmination of so many different emotions and thoughts, of uncertainties. Desires. He's had his resolve frayed and tossed out, new ones struggling to latch on before they're tested and tossed away. Thinking back on everything he felt and did...was he really that weak? Or was it actually fine?
One thing's for certain—her absence is much more noticeable and it only makes him waver, the path he should take once clear now blurred.
It'll be some time before he heads down, washed up and fully dressed. Running a hand through his still tousled hair (he never cared much about it to begin with), he greets the dogs who meet him before looking around. He could already smell the warm, delicious aroma of breakfast so he makes his way to the kitchen, and when he sees her there he's briefly reminded of the night she cooked dinner for them.]