[It had taken him a while, but when Tifa turns to him he finally realizes what kind of feeling he had both times.
It's sweet.
...Maybe too sweet.
A small, white bloom appears hidden in the leaves above him as he turns away to meet her at the table. He doesn't say anything at first as he sits down and looks over the plate. Give last time he wondered if little flowers would be there again and he isn't sure if he's disappointed or not that they aren't.]
...It's more than enough, thanks.
[Regardless, no matter how simple it is, just like before that feeling of a home cooked meal prepared especially for him makes him feel...warm. Content. And once again small little white buds appear hidden at his feet and under his chair, visible only to the dogs who are looking over after having finished their own meals.]
I feel like I owe you for having to cook twice now. Maybe go out to dinner—
[He half chokes on his words when he realizes what he's saying and quickly tries to take it back.]
No, I mean—
[Random bolts of small lightning can be heard popping in and out above him as he even looks frazzled and flustered, a slight color to his cheeks and heat flaring up the back of his neck. Goddammit—]
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It's sweet.
...Maybe too sweet.
A small, white bloom appears hidden in the leaves above him as he turns away to meet her at the table. He doesn't say anything at first as he sits down and looks over the plate. Give last time he wondered if little flowers would be there again and he isn't sure if he's disappointed or not that they aren't.]
...It's more than enough, thanks.
[Regardless, no matter how simple it is, just like before that feeling of a home cooked meal prepared especially for him makes him feel...warm. Content. And once again small little white buds appear hidden at his feet and under his chair, visible only to the dogs who are looking over after having finished their own meals.]
I feel like I owe you for having to cook twice now. Maybe go out to dinner—
[He half chokes on his words when he realizes what he's saying and quickly tries to take it back.]
No, I mean—
[Random bolts of small lightning can be heard popping in and out above him as he even looks frazzled and flustered, a slight color to his cheeks and heat flaring up the back of his neck. Goddammit—]