[She might have left it at that, wouldn't have pushed if he hadn't stiffened or turned his gaze away from hers the moment they met, and Tifa lifts herself up on an elbow again so that she's over him, her hair draping over their faces as if to shield them both behind the curtain of black.]
It's not nothing.
[There are mornings when he would pull her back into bed with him and they would lay there together for hours before finally getting up for their breakfast, but this isn't one of those days. This isn't light-hearted or fun, but there's something looming behind his actions that she needs him to voice...
And maybe, it's the same thing she feels when she's apart from him, even like this...
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It's not nothing.
[There are mornings when he would pull her back into bed with him and they would lay there together for hours before finally getting up for their breakfast, but this isn't one of those days. This isn't light-hearted or fun, but there's something looming behind his actions that she needs him to voice...
And maybe, it's the same thing she feels when she's apart from him, even like this...
Tifa just wants to understand. Wants to help...]