[He doesn't need to say it. Tifa already knows... because she's the same way.
Those days she had to spend without him, never knowing if he would come back for her, were some of the worst in her most recent memory. She knew she needed him, but the depth that need went, she never quite understood or grasped until she didn't have him there.
Yes, she could survive alone, and she could be strong on her own two feet, but Tifa realized then how much stronger she was with him there. Here... How much she was willing to fight for and protect, even if sometimes, she felt more helpless than not. She feels a little less so with him. A little more confident. Happier...
So, the day that he returned to her life were some of her happiest days, second only to the ones that they spend together camping or cooking or baking or out on the town, simply enjoying each other's company.
Tifa meets his kisses with equal passion, her arms snaking around him to skate over his back where those arrows and swords had been. She touches each spot she remembers, her nails scraping ever so gently over where he had been pierced, as if trying to soothe the ache that was there.]
I'm right here... [she reminds him in between breaths, coming up for air only to seek and give more.
For as long as he needs her, and for as long as she can be, she will be right here.
Her hand takes his and she places it over her chest, right where her heart is beating wildly for him. The heart that he has saved so many times before... it's beating right now because of him. She doesn't say it, of course, but the words are there, and she thinks he needs to hear them.]
Whatever you need, Eustace... I'm here... okay? ... So tell me.
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Those days she had to spend without him, never knowing if he would come back for her, were some of the worst in her most recent memory. She knew she needed him, but the depth that need went, she never quite understood or grasped until she didn't have him there.
Yes, she could survive alone, and she could be strong on her own two feet, but Tifa realized then how much stronger she was with him there. Here... How much she was willing to fight for and protect, even if sometimes, she felt more helpless than not. She feels a little less so with him. A little more confident. Happier...
So, the day that he returned to her life were some of her happiest days, second only to the ones that they spend together camping or cooking or baking or out on the town, simply enjoying each other's company.
Tifa meets his kisses with equal passion, her arms snaking around him to skate over his back where those arrows and swords had been. She touches each spot she remembers, her nails scraping ever so gently over where he had been pierced, as if trying to soothe the ache that was there.]
I'm right here... [she reminds him in between breaths, coming up for air only to seek and give more.
For as long as he needs her, and for as long as she can be, she will be right here.
Her hand takes his and she places it over her chest, right where her heart is beating wildly for him. The heart that he has saved so many times before... it's beating right now because of him. She doesn't say it, of course, but the words are there, and she thinks he needs to hear them.]
Whatever you need, Eustace... I'm here... okay? ... So tell me.