[Tifa is a bit surprised by the question and looks the part as she stares down at him, and the way her fingers tense beneath his. She tries not to think about it, about their time apart or the inescapable ends. She's not sure she'll ever heal from either of those times, and just like this will continue to be a struggle for him that he'll take with him wherever he goes, it's still one for her.

There's a long, quiet pause that follows.]

It was, yeah. ... It still is.

[Whether that makes him feel better or not, she has no idea, but he doesn't know any of this, does he? She's never talked about or mentioned it. Maybe she's let it show in the lingering kisses and touches, but never like this.

She never intended to voice these worries, but she wants him to know that he isn't alone in feeling them.]

When you came back, I was afraid to even let you out of my sight. And now...

[This is so embarrassing, and she edges her gaze away in shame.]

Even now, I still get scared. Whenever you leave, there's that part of me that worries... that you aren't going to come back.