[She feels that shift ripple through their room, with its center right at her heart. Tifa had been prepared to crawl back beneath the covers and to drag him with her, but his words and the sudden weight behind them, and him hesitating and pulling back from her... The distance that it puts there, however small, is enough to allow some of that warmth to slip away, and it becomes harder still to hold onto it when she hears the wavering in his voice.
Harder when the realization sinks in that he is feeling and wondering the same things she has since they first kissed earlier that morning.
She felt guilty for it. Deep down, beneath the bliss that eclipsed everything else, there was that part of her that wondered, too, if what they were doing was right. If they should be indulging in one another like this. She wondered if they were just running away or using this comfort to help ease the pain in the moment before it all comes roaring back like the relentless storm that it is. It's clear that he wants it, and she had made sure that he did, and to show that she does, too...
Which is why his questions make her heart sink.]
Forcing...?
[There's a stretch of silence that follows, but the lightness of the moment is dwindled, and she's probably to blame with how heavy her expression becomes.]
No, I'm not.
[She looks him straight in the eye as she says it, even if it suddenly feels harder to do.]
But... [Her brow furrows with worry, as the next words come slowly, and to make sure that he knows she doesn't want to let him go, she wraps her arms around him again.] I did think about... if it was right for us to do this.
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Harder when the realization sinks in that he is feeling and wondering the same things she has since they first kissed earlier that morning.
She felt guilty for it. Deep down, beneath the bliss that eclipsed everything else, there was that part of her that wondered, too, if what they were doing was right. If they should be indulging in one another like this. She wondered if they were just running away or using this comfort to help ease the pain in the moment before it all comes roaring back like the relentless storm that it is. It's clear that he wants it, and she had made sure that he did, and to show that she does, too...
Which is why his questions make her heart sink.]
Forcing...?
[There's a stretch of silence that follows, but the lightness of the moment is dwindled, and she's probably to blame with how heavy her expression becomes.]
No, I'm not.
[She looks him straight in the eye as she says it, even if it suddenly feels harder to do.]
But... [Her brow furrows with worry, as the next words come slowly, and to make sure that he knows she doesn't want to let him go, she wraps her arms around him again.] I did think about... if it was right for us to do this.