[His eyes meet hers, and Tifa feels herself giving way beneath the weight of everything that pools beneath them, and for a second, she finds herself at a loss for words and breath.
She doesn't wish to share that burden of guilt with him. If she could bear it alone silently, she would. She never meant for him to feel those things, or to worry that they might not be going about it the right way. If he wanted to use her for comfort, then she would let him, and she would give him everything if that was what it took for him to understand. If it meant carrying those doubts, she could do it.
But she doesn't have to. That's never the case with him. He's always right there with her, ready to lift her up when she feels like she might stumble and fall, and here he is again doing it even with his own burdens weighing down on him. Burdens that she wants to help bear...
They aren't so different in that way.
And the longer she looks at him, the more she begins to realize how lucky she truly is.]
I just... [She finally repeats again after what feels like an eternity.] I needed you to understand... I wouldn't leave you. That I don't see you differently. That I don't love you any less.
[And she's happy that she could tell him that in the ways she needed to.
She opens her mouth to say the words she's been wanting to for so long. "I'm sorry"... but she stops herself and closes it, settling for a light kiss instead.
Now that they're in that better place with fewer doubts lingering between them, then maybe...]
We really should talk about it. All of it...
[Tifa never meant to put it all behind them, or pretend it never happened. She wants to hear his thoughts, his fears, his worries... Everything that is going through his head when he isn't holding her close.]
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[His eyes meet hers, and Tifa feels herself giving way beneath the weight of everything that pools beneath them, and for a second, she finds herself at a loss for words and breath.
She doesn't wish to share that burden of guilt with him. If she could bear it alone silently, she would. She never meant for him to feel those things, or to worry that they might not be going about it the right way. If he wanted to use her for comfort, then she would let him, and she would give him everything if that was what it took for him to understand. If it meant carrying those doubts, she could do it.
But she doesn't have to. That's never the case with him. He's always right there with her, ready to lift her up when she feels like she might stumble and fall, and here he is again doing it even with his own burdens weighing down on him. Burdens that she wants to help bear...
They aren't so different in that way.
And the longer she looks at him, the more she begins to realize how lucky she truly is.]
I just... [She finally repeats again after what feels like an eternity.] I needed you to understand... I wouldn't leave you. That I don't see you differently. That I don't love you any less.
[And she's happy that she could tell him that in the ways she needed to.
She opens her mouth to say the words she's been wanting to for so long. "I'm sorry"... but she stops herself and closes it, settling for a light kiss instead.
Now that they're in that better place with fewer doubts lingering between them, then maybe...]
We really should talk about it. All of it...
[Tifa never meant to put it all behind them, or pretend it never happened. She wants to hear his thoughts, his fears, his worries... Everything that is going through his head when he isn't holding her close.]